Welder
Eisenkopf
700 days
we sit around staring at the clock
kill beetles, it's hot
the muggy night air is so humid that you drown in it
Cats are roaming in the streets
Dogs are wandering, people are wandering
and we have no idea what's driving them
On all fours we're rolling in the sand
Sniffing at sun loungers the territory
we stare at the horizon we stare at the horizon
sometimes I wish it would rain for 700 days
until everything from here is washed away so I can breathe again
I lie there don't move
as if I were nailed to the ground
there's a snail crawling up my leg
it crawls forever slowly and it crawls and it crawls
and it pulls a trail of mucus from my toes up my knee
and I feel her muscle contracting and stretching
she leaves a slippery film on my genitals
she feels cold as she feels across my chest glides
as she climbs my chin I can briefly look into her eyes
she seems to be smiling and she crawls into my mouth I swallow

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