I forget it’s not summer and
my sigh is heard on the moon and
reflects on the crowd of spectacular
spirits once upon a who I loved long
and ago and will wait only so long
before buzzing back to better or
beyond though I never had much or
succeeded with stories that seemed so smooth
for other faces but what I mean
is the sun gets sick of all this rot
so here take this half-quarry and build
without instruction or sleep or slap
up the usual hiding hut with clean
paper and fresh pins for lines post-collapse
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And these long pauses when no one
asked but then did I I think maybe from
time to time but no not enough you
see I wanted it all yesterday and
never learned to let my liquor dripnot that I wanted to learn I wanted
to complain I was unfound though
that complaint is unfounded after
decades of this and more of this athumbs up or heart renews no lease while
that scab-picking goblin prince longs
to turn away once-adored faces whenand if but of course I would grow new
arms despite these keenly sharpened teeth
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