Your saliva In the crevices of your canines While your body lie In the sediment of mattresses Sickly thickness Physical layer emotional distance Whatever you make it be. Forgive it Forgive me I’m sorry Yet I am not. This body This brain It’s all make-believe; Synthetic lint Swept behind the dryer. Bits and pieces, fragment…
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I used to be a writer
Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…
Some life, huh?
laughing crying eating breathing sleeping reading drinking feeling dreaming driving swimming skydiving seeing trying winning losing biking hiking swiping typing smoking dancing loving hating financing writing working painting thinking moving. What the hell am I doing?