Gum
I chew on these words until they're gray
And tasteless
Pebbles between my stained teeth
Debris on my tongue
I roll them around to feel them clack
Against my incisors
Cleave them in two and
Spit them out
I pinch the little balls between my fingers
Flat and grooved
Stretch them thin but strong
Elastic to wrap around us
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