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55 d r o P The first time i won the dozens was as happy as a baptism. i got dropped backwards into a river, the congregation spoke in tongues, i never bled the same way after. now, i speak like car accident & cancer diagnosis in your thirties, drop of pure caffeine, scripture rained to pulp. drop. Basement just means: ain’t no staircase to where you’re headed next. Basement is a misnomer. i, rogue & stupor, dropping science as casual as shedding my own skin. i go down like a king in the age of the guillotine, worship the descent of blood from the nose like a virgin Mary hoax, drop like church attendance, dig through crates of vinyl like raiding graves for gold, yes, i get down, yes, this body & its slow letting go is just practice. ...

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