in shops up in white boxes
We consider fucking
for a second in the stockroom
Stand behind the counter
In the doorway of your new college
Feel foreign
Try to learn the same language
in a different way
words pass out through
un-pretty, noticeable chunks of enamel
Yes definitely foreign
In the dark his tongue
traces their uneven walls
On the internet the voice is pure
not snagged on canines
Dogtooth on your mother's jacket
Dog breath in the curtain light
Shit it's tomorrow -
It doesn't break a smile
or the purchase of your body's warmth

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