flaws under the lights…


some process.

can’t cry ’cause i don’t know how; not
right now. that doesn’t sell
like fishhooks through fingers.

looking towards the panorama
for a hint of liquid;
someone who knows how
to cry or spit or bleed or cum,
even when a fly crawls
on your leg;
and me without
enough energy to shrug him off.

shears cut. separations;
characters posted in past tense
revolution; moving on;
everyone has to go somewhere;
maybe it’s wet; or better
they need it dry.



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