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ETHAN MCBEE | VERMONT

On the third day the flesh will rise from your shins But it will float back down again. Rest must be handled with caution A day or two more will dilute it enough Drink deeply The taste of blood won’t last forever.

If you get dressed, you will get out the door. If you get out the door, you will get down the road. If you keep breathing, you should get back.

Put distance between yourself And the Mirror and scale, Breakup and Collections in the mail, Old jeans and diagnoses.

But save something for the return leg. This will always be reprieve, never escape.