fish congee

Howl a minute, in the flesh

Dance like a ghoul, in the flesh

Puddled indoors, in the flesh

Flattening our precious curves, in the flesh

Like and retweet, in the flesh

Retweet and rise up, in the flesh

Vote Bernie, in the flesh

Universal healthcare, in the flesh

COVETED-19, in the mask

In the flesh



Can’t bear this anymore, my flesh

Meet me, in the flesh

Take my Polaroid, in the flesh

Share a blanket, in the flesh

Whisper a confession, in the flesh

Losing ourselves, in the flesh

Strange baptism, our flesh



In the morning, fish congee

cycling the flesh ad infinitum.

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