"Honey, don't make eye contact, with that crack in
the pavement, stumbling, slipshod as a trainwreck."
every accidentally intentional word
that her car could not help but swerve into
was the same as my own pencil etching madness
break my bones for the sake of
regrowing them, stronger
char my flesh for the sake of
rebirthing me
beautiful
but until then
as of then;
old man, carve me a stick
perfectly unflawless
which, with my arm, could guide me
a catalyst
for my legs
to move my legs for
& find a town which hides its shit better
.... her english was broken over the back
of the park bench
but it really just made her sexier
until i realized
not to use history books
to find women

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