there is movement. explosive noise outside the window. i keep myself locked.
there is a silent dance. lovers-or-whatever bruise each other’s feet.
i look away from boredom. when will this world become a lesson?
i know you’re out there. i see your painted limbs.
your silence asks a lot of me. i pay cash. i know you’re waiting/for clarity.
it’s a gift i’ve never gotten. i’ve never given/up. you tell me i should
with your blooming eyes. i wait for you to wilt/again.
i talk dizzy circles around you. no one ever asks/where i’m from.
they just get lost in the hurricane and show themselves/out.


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