Who Lives Inside Me

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and how did they get there?
Surely there is a technology
at work here
Who lives inside me?

I know they’re there,
I’ve felt a breakfast meeting
near my spleen,
a rave, just last week

outside one of my
ventricles.
Who lives inside me?
My god, they couldn’t possibly

be very tall.
I’m barely allowed on roller coasters
as it is.
Who lives inside me?

Are they even Jewish?
And for heaven’s sake
how do they get their mail?

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