Sometimes there’s the shear pleasure of it—I’m feeling it now.
I’m misspelling words,
Lolling towards the ceiling and gutting its headiness.
Perversion is involved.
My state is not capitalized,
But its God given status is being capitalized upon.
I am reveling in my mistakes.
The intake is a giddy misspelling
And deep breathing my sublime punctuation.
Tomorrow though,
Is another story.
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