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I woke up

very good

content where I am

holding two harps and

a box of crackers

telling those around

I can’t see what is around me

so let me return to silence. And I

get cagey in the noise and

say shouldn’t I let go of these

things I can’t control?

I meant to write a poem

something about blood in the mouth

but I

I took a nap and got loaded

and spent some time crying

pretending my bed was hovering

tilting alone in the night and I’ve

ended up with this

a cross eyed double stitch

a lazy thing a lazy thing

with two lazy legs

and a barking face.

Robert doesn’t know how

how to get loaded like I do

so I take his skateboard just

after midnight and ride

coughing and scratching my

pink belly

down his crystalline sidewalks.