Forever stamps have been bought and tucked away
I've written the letter, signed it, and licked the envelope
Wondering if the adhesive is filled with cockroach eggs
I swallow my inoculated saliva, and seal the envelope with a fateful determination
The words will hatch in the mind of the receiver the same as the baby insects that will be born in my brain
I will become something different and so will the receiver
Thoughts of the sender born into the brain of the one that opens the letter
Parasitic words turned to feelings if I can only find those fucking stamps I paid for...
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