where

genre is capitalism, you said.
i agreed but didn’t care enough to nod.
i think i found your voice under a park bench.
it’s not that i’m tired, it’s that i’m hungry.
i can’t focus/long enough/to reach you.
there are things we share/with/out
flinching. i want to tell you everything
but i’ve already lost/interest.

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