HUMIDITY

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My brain is 75% humidity,

which has seeped in

through my skin and

shimmied down to

nerve dentures

that found their mark

and traveled the path

of least resistance

settling into the fog

of too much breakfast

on input,

and shy conversation

smitten by counting losses,

but curtsied  too in the

fragrance of summer’s violets

on the output.

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