no one will read this. i'm posting these words out of sunken hope.
what a rugged man i
am sliding down some
Morning Glory rescuing my
skin from an ocean of
evaded marrow.
what a rugged man i
am spinning around these
halls with a tablecloth sewn
to my hips, my calves are
metallic—i am three inches
lifted, i am shifting atop a
blond floor, i am bloated and
breaking.
what a wily boy i
am burying a holy man
and a gardener into the
roots they're constantly
sweating to harvest as truths.
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