I’ve an anti-fascist gumdrop,
a blister filled with milk
wasting winter at a sock-hop
wrapped in dross and patterned silk.

A wickedness runs through me
and through my bastard heart.
How hard it is to drink the sea
when the sea is but a fart!

-r. miller

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