pulling at my navel
unravels my stomach
spilled guts shoved
your direction recklessly
tucked back in me quickly
enough, but
left behind
a bur
that caught
your idea &
tangled, snagged in your
gossamer genius, plucked
until a seed can be
salvaged, made anew
without my threads.
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