Saturday 10/08/2022 11:10:00 PM

 partial confessions idle. fragile negotiations with how. 

time is a hammer. 

choice is a narcotic. 

tomorrow undoes its buttons. and we climb inside. determined to find new skin. 

the panic calls us by name. 

truth is a rocking horse. endlessly creaking in our heads. 

always the words are discarded. flesh retains only touch. 

the body is ripe only after promise has decayed. 

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