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Thumbprint
by Derek Mong
Why are you
sleeping
thumbs—
Numb
when I woke
up,
Little soda
thimbles? Did
you
Pass out in
candle wax
By-product from
writing
nocturnal
poetic
Scholarship,
Pentameter for
Dummies?
My guess? You’re
tickling some
Dream
girl, real no
body
Hitchhiking
Tijuana. Could
you maybe
Return by breakfast,
and cut
The wandering?
I’ll drop
my
Spoon
without your
opposing
nerve.
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