1. Montreal sits in my mouth, memories
taste like green summer grass and clear
blue water fountains

2. I remember your thighs; they were brown,
strong li(n)es, like mine, I thought, and I was
(partly) right.

3. Shame is the kind of feeling that lets you,
like fear, fall forever. You just drop out from
the bottom of your stomach, along with whatever
you ate for breakfast years ago.

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