 dreams of suffocation
dreams of suffocationsteadily expanded
different angles
different times of day
in hands, in feet
press lips to every square inch
birds' harsh sounds    
float above pain                                       
nauseated and numb        
wish to transcend
tedious and oppressive
obligatory secret torture 
like asking a blade to cut itself
Found poem by Mary Bast 
(From "Backbone," an excerpt from The Pale King, fiction by David Foster Wallace,
New Yorker, March 7, 2011)
 
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