Thursday 8/10/2017 01:27:00 AM

long division tells its stories. in punctuation and pauses. soft walls discover their gods in soiled nightgowns and smeared lipstick. paradise is cheap. it always has been.

the body's math is simple. add. subtract. turn a profit.

i pretended to know. thinking eventually i would. truth all cocaine and burlap.

the epiphany of touch not withstanding. chasing the sun in thunderstorms and broken locks.

the days came and went. the nights were persistent.

the turns were loud. the hills were silent. choices like thunder. the storm always so far away. until the moment that it wasn't.

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