rarely a day goes by
i don't fall apart
pant legs frayed
caramels melting in my pocket
world is wooden everything
is on fire. I missed my mind a
moment ago. my mother laughed
for no particular reason
Neil Young is on FM but
I don't have a radio. his songs
sound like prayers
someone is standing at the end
of a dark hallway. I stumbled up the
stairs
trying to catch the wind
time is a hungry thief.
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