Sarsaparilla as an accidental antiseptic. Blood rinsed with bubbles, and then forgotten. A moment of math before the walls compress into comfort. Giggled nothings trace the edges of over-focused observations. Melting lamplight that reminisces of too-warm butter. Bladder urgency during astral projection. A half-cleft hippocampus confabulates the forgotten with half-open eyes. A blessing of absenteeism. Lovely mornings that sharply fade. A single-squinted eye to hold things in focus while God plays DJ with the volume dial. Suddenly, a good time for housekeeping. So stupid. And during the inevitable again; half as much.
4:08 p.m. - 2023-12-08
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