a liminal space: lana is stuck in my head

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she's on the other side
beyond windows
and tv screens
beyond fretting and
sterile waiting rooms

she bubbles in my mouth
and begs me for a taste
of an acid or a base
or something
neither

she's somewhere out there
happily crucified
in the wildflower valley
you'll see her
slip a finger or two
down my spinal column

she calls it
a roman pillar
a grecian colosseum
a native totem pole
fondly

just beyond the barrier
she's extending a hand to me
as if the weather
is somehow
pleasant

a/n: a liminal space between its's inconsequential birth and it's insignificant death.

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