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"Drain"
by Jeph Johnson
I woke up before
my bed broke down
the morning of my malaise
and stumbled 'tween
conscious craze
and over-rehearsed routines
brushed my teeth
rubbed my eyes
and stared into the drain
where hair and snot
were plugged and caught
like a phoenix unrestrained
it began to rise
submerging my ankles
and tickling my shins
and I feared I'd have to,
the night before,
relive all over again
