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i exhaled
with my tail
in my mouth
bent over the couch
telling stories
that were buried
(thumbs up)
years ago

the spilled paint
reminded me of a vomiting beast
swerving up and down the street fighting to keep it
upright and “okay”

“Okay?”

like the bells
ringing out
man
(oh man)
you said
they’re rusted like yourself
well
hell
that’s how I feel
rusted and being rung

but I’ve got my tail
between my teeth
and I’m telling
I was telling horror stories
“what a dream”
what a horrible life lived
for a short period of time

the neighbors watched
me from the fire escape
throwing the recycling
into the wrong bin