Pathetic trinkets stored in a bag with fancy rice paper. Gratitude without the appropriate atomic weight. The interruption of stolen napping. Bright red dust leaving traces on every chair, counter, and t-shirt. Writing down dissociation with well-wishing ink. Recalibrating the space between corpses. An bit of evening alone to administer the abuse. The squandering of unowned wealth, left behind as the stars emerge. Too many mouthfuls of poison. The taste of frustration. Frowning at metal plates. Exsanguinated breaths. Uninspired stories, untold and filled with sighs. A cascade of cryptic imaginings. And in between the slow baking of the skies, forgetting to remember to memorize.
5:19 p.m. - 2023-08-04
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