hold my still: my fingers are thick and cunning
like the sly smile grinning upon your face. there’s a step
in the stairwell a little lower than the others
and i always forget to take an extra stride. i always
feel my teeth shrivel when i take a sip of my thick
coating ale, but i always feel my tongue moisten
and my gums dry up. i must stop sipping
but i cannot stop thinking: sipping is the only thing
that soothes.

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