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In the Belly of a Whale

from Wholeness by The Last Dinosaur

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Once more into the woods.

Me with my tapping nerve,

thirsty girl affectations,

Me with a sad sandwich in each hand,

snuffling for truffles,

fuming on nothing.

You running like a tap, camp,

artisan and always mid-travesty.

You with a conference

of fireflies in your nose,

baby breasts on your phone.

You turn the tap and I’ll cup my hands.

We’ll eat the vegetarian chicken.

We’ll kiss the wrong girls

and slip into windows,

spill our stories across the sky,

unappreciated in our time

and condemned to be free.

Show me the tree

and I’ll shoot down the figs.

We’ll eat the yellow of eggs,

talk it out, chase the night.

We are both at the keys

but yours are black and white.

(Words by Amy Acre)

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from Wholeness, released October 23, 2020

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