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off into the. off into bone.

mercury.

blanket pine scent.

the light comes on and

the leather sticks to

the skin and

the flies stay near.

i was monolithic before I woke.

now i shrinkwrap

my elementary school love’s

love’s love notes.

now i don’t think about

much unless it’s monosyllabic.

sex.

car.

sleep.

Juliet (if you say it right).

love.

milk.

i write a poem about poems

the ones too self aware

the ones where i cut all the

the sad shit