i shrug out of you like
an ill-fitting suit
an old man’s funeral jacket
a mummy’s dusty wrappings
the cracked, dry skin of a pudding
left too long uncovered in the fridge
a plate of overcooked liver and onions
the liver my own pulled from my guts
and cooked over the fire in my bowels
the bruised peel of a banana
the exact size, shape, and consistency
of a healthy adult shit
i shrug out of you
and you don’t even know it
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Day 26
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