Chris Gaither

In the English Language We Have 100 Words for Throwing Up, and My Favorite Is Chunder

Told to shut my mouth
I took them literally
Zipped my lips
And held my breath
Until I could stomach it no longer
And threw up in my nose
In a reflux redux
Where nausea is no longer
Doubting your own existence
But ceasing all resistance

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