Hey, don't you worry.
There's a word for that, somewhere.
It crawls on all fours, pretending.
I cover your eyes with coins.
This is me, paying my respects.
Obviously pretending.
But the opossum is talented,
lying on her back, a breath
trapped in pipes; so clever.
So, I assume you'll wake up.
I watch for you to twitch.
There's a word for that: pretending.
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