your Somebody

my mother tells me
love
but, confesses not to understand
my thinking
“its all right,” i tell her
making a joke
and laughing at my own joke

she has made this
confession
often
enough that it has become
a part of our narrative
this is why
(i think)
i felt bad when last
she visited&
set my
house

in order

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colour

!such informations
from the associated
as texture
,smell
& taste are
visceral
foods pleasurable to the organs
what

is not expected
?metallic
u
_n
__d
_e
r
the tongue&numbness
when the ritual of touch
reveals a hollow
featureless
&taste too gives
only
the

indication of a
sensory
this
(i believe) is somewhere near

the surface,
nearer

& questioning trust

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