My gums blistered many times over, ordered
the dac biet, which I hadn't finished, she
had to remind me to eat, at the very least, the meat.
I had written about the fact that my place was disappearing
as a romance develops, others, like the moon of last
night, like my body, here, that which I tell myself is lasting.
Moreover, I seldom get the answers I need to hear.
This afternoon I got the mail and wondered if it was
personal. What two tails that came after me then would expect
something from me now? I did not finish my plate, did not
ask to bag it up, hadn't the stomach for fish roll.
I sulked, all the nutrients from a cigarette, I called
him,
for whom
I
had many words,
wheezed,
accepted
it.
What
knowledge will lead
you to bear some
final fruit
of joy?
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