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Monster in the fridge calls my name
Twelve teaspoons: twelve claws
Set to shred sleep into an after-thought

Pandora, like batman, pulls radiohead from its utility-belt
White, ergonomic, grappling hooks catch my ears
And I’m tethered to my lap

Ties made of fake plastic trees bind my thirst
Immune to the slashing and slicing of b-vitamin teeth

The two battle like parents and bogymen
Four minutes and 50 seconds
The tethers wear thin, then split
As taurine+ginseng pours into me,
Victory rings through my head, “She tastes like the real thing…”