• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 10
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at the end of the itch

I am the tightest ring in sound waves

circling like a thumbprint on a map

traversing the world's most exotic

vistas to the town’s local watering holes

dribbling down to a very feathered point.

at the end of the itch. Stands the man

demanding all the pretty souvenirs

spices and cloths for his giant pockets

not yours to give.