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and what is it about loving the self that doesn't work for these legs. they can't seem to run to walk quick on the pavement to absorb the shock each time there is hitting of the pavement each time i descend each time there is work to be done in another part of the city that is not my bed room they can't seem to move this body fast enough. like plastic bags that were floating on a wind that came somewhere from the river that started in the ocean probably but now are melting sticking to the hot...

and so what if it does all come back again when i realize, hair dripping wet soaking my shirt in all the places, that i'll never be the one you drive to at night. populate my chest with oxygen and apartment with distractions and record it all because you never find out anyway when it comes to me. scratched arms drive me over the bridge and i leave it all where it belongs, and relate to everyone irrespective of the butterflies and try never to be late again.

oil all over my carseat and i left you there turning my head until my neck snapped on the rumble strips grease on my fingertips flag poles waving half mast wax in my teeth that won't come off the box is unchecked you in the windowless car driving all night to a place i've never seen lights with no sound emergency only inside the crush of my chest home in my bed, listening for the siren. still. knowing i'll never be with you now but loving you like i will.

and so we wait in the red room with reflections banging into one another for one of us to make the move and we kick each other and we scratch and the bartenders are watching waiting to bring us more drinks and it is like a stage and we are on it. the mud is being slung all over the mirrored walls the candles are withering like tall stalks so thirsty that they are dripping with their own constitution and everyone is watching, tender, behind the bars, pretending not to while you touch my legs a...

the staple gunned into my fingertip and settled und- erneath the landing strip and the trust fund took its time to unzip the skull around my microchip.