Jumped over the moon.
A car honked at me for ten seconds
I ran the red light
I bid high enough
The sweat made my hair drip and my shirt stick
Finessing subtleness.
Page down, page up.
Skimming to start, staring for a reaction
I can hear the liquid in my stomach
I had to chew that too much
Mirrored and turning to stone soon
Sculptures are best in 360.
Bracketed phone calls
Vapor from the room sealed off
"You are not on this earth"
But ask about my music choice and the lady next to me
A best friend told me to wake up.
I can not see where I spend most of my time
I do follow a routine, over water
Catching bait and hooking it
The table holds two glasses empty
News events unread
Boiling my arms to reveal new skin
Rubbing to no end.
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