“Rabbit heart”

                       It’s 8:34 now. Check to see. Fix it later.

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                       I have a lot now. Roadmaps. The shuddering.

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                       ………. Crack. Started last night……………………..

                       I would like to sleep tonight. Better or for worse.

                       …………………I think I forgot how to dream………….

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                       Desolation is wandering. Check to see if my tats

                       are there. Still feeling the same. “I love you.”

                       I don’t want to see what time it is now. Messes.

                      At all possible. Five. Running out of your skin is

                      ……………….. easy. Those are mine……………………..

                      Tic. Tic. Tick. I used to be really good at being…..

                      Part of me alone. They are. It’s been fine…………..

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                      Are messy. Cared for. I would like to sleep tonight.

                      Digging a grave. Side. Still am. It’s just………………….

                      ………………………… different, now…………………………..

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                      ……………………………….I’ve been doing this. Last…….

                      I didn’t have you then………………………………………….

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                      Free me. Leaving. I have reasons.

 

“To Clean Up 8:32 p.m.”

One of                                                               One of

those nights                                                     those moments

it’s only 8:30                                                    it’s been five

when it’s just                                                   hours since I

me and I-don’t-know                                     last saw you

what to play                                                    and I still

or how to be                                                   don’t know

i wasn’t okay                                                  what to play

earlier and now                                             I kind of want

i’m just numb empty                                    you to check on me

that’s unfortunate                                         like you did earlier / sometimes that isn’t enough

numb is a really good word                        but I don’t think I told you that.

“Able-Bodied”

Where my feet

should be

can’t begin to step

to step

to step

takes energy

I do not have

to walk

I’d rather fly

to step

to glide

past the brick

and mortar

down a set of stone

steps going down

going down

that building is so

white it hurts

my eyes

can’t look

now to step

to step

a familiar

what path

is this?

A bird

am I

just a limping thing

or can I

fly

to glide my

arms open wide

for some semblance

a taste of home