pg. 21
once again, i’m in and out of the room with good writing
1. much like the morning before i went to bed
2. where i saw a young man wearing a hat and shirtless
3. under a rather large jacket, wearing no
4. pants and a music player in the waistband
5. of his underwear, with no socks on, but a pair of skate/tennis shoes
thereisavirtueandacrow under this roof of sky
i’ll always be somethingyearsold
what’s left to experience
then there’s selfmedicated
they’ll be torn on the way out with so very many someone’s to sit with
my hand to the kitten sleeping
playingourselves to the most frightening/intriguing/beautiful
slideslipping tonesofplacement
i’m a growth and brush of hair
who will i light then again
almost immediately
who i’m becoming yet to declare “jesuswasawoman”
and i’m allthati’veeverbeenabletofathom
such things as “just act natural”
and these kids these days and their colors
to somewhere cipher later
i’ll stand from my shoulder.. outthewindow
holding tight notcatchingtowhat the stretch is worth
fitting in between them “learning languages like birds”
hoping it wasn’t cardoors for a change
i don’t getmyself in and/or out of clothing
“you’re in the gift”

andijustwokeup or am i still lingering
thewordswe’vesearchedfor anyone along/no worry
we’re all packed up again “lookwho’scrying”
the hotel cloud time told
there is no one left behind if we’reallstranded
no one answers
i couldn’t stomach drinking myself
away to asylum or off of a very tall rooftop
so far, i have found no definition
“under breath”
someone on the edges where we take oursteps for granethands, the sculptors
we often blink right past them
a valid point of twenty two always caught
“was her guess near enough”
and with no reply
“there’s no wrong/right answer”
what am i to call this
“no one would’ve ever guessed”
the feelings hurt
“now” is “now” and i am myself
scared/anxious/excited stationary of who;ll be there to greet me
“howlonghaveibeenalone?” noeasyreadforanybody
learning to accept
ontopof “willitbeokay?” moreorlessaboutusthanwerealize
and “there, i’ve done it”
how long will they last us?
what’sthedifference?thebusinessman there’vebeensomany
“i’m going to miss you”
our decisions later
they will decorate us
recalling thoughts, then having another spoken fortune
i’m unmet in and outpostingthesignsup
“i’m right there with you”



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