On mornings when my brain shrinks,
I simulate a falling leaf when I walk.
My sweat smells like pomegranate
in the hall where I can feel my favorite taste.
In the fort, he had it on his lips
and it turned my sternum into alka seltzer.
'Transmogrification'- my favorite word for change-
wins when the words together are personified,
but 'inevitable' is most congenial,
because it's naked.
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