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Amman grows inside of us.
He's the kind that sits inside of you,
the real hard kind, real hard,
but underneath its all real simple.
The kind that builds up inside of someone
real frustrating. We all know Amman.
And hate him.
Simon dances him out
pounds his feet against the apartment floor
right above the old-timers below
that piss and moan about his
"jumpin and poundin and a stompin
like he's right up there killin something"
Simon dances violently
thrashing Amman against the wall of his large intestine
until he has been beaten and falls over inside Simon
he lets him go with other wasteful things
like you
you call me
each time you open your mouth to talk
Amman seeps out from in-between your teeth
and swirls around your delicate body
you feel him go
as he kisses you on the cheek and says goodbye temporarily
before floating in through someone else
and planting himself along their spinal cord
or central nervous system
kate cries him out
Amman collects in her tears
that crawl through the ducts
that plop the carpeted floor of her bedroom
making it much less invisible,
all the more convincing.
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