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