today a flatbed truck...

10.01.03back& forth
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as if today is only justified by the time on the clock. everything is beeping, red, alarmed. i stand on two feet in a breezeway, cold. she takes me out to ice cream, you don't have to talk about it. his number is still brown and valid on my hand. everything is ringing, sharp, paced. we're even, he said, standing up. she held out a broken light, here, keep this as a memory. it felt deep to laugh. it felt poignant to shake. the dreams were even worse. in a physics lab, cold tables, black and white and moving violations in grey. i couldn't hear anymore. so much concern and i couldn't keep. crash, i spun and i spun and i couldn't move anymore. trying to push forward. all the contents too close for comfort. i'm only alergic to the skin, she told me as i shivered. my mangos, reduced to the wind and the cold and the unfamiliarity. tired feet and someone talking to fill my silence. he beeped, because wouldn't i like to know. everyone talks crazy like this. your favorite fictional character is jesus. not what i wanted to hear, try again. they make me eggs and i fall asleep looking at the clock, i wake up and the day's starting again. we are only justified by the time it takes for us to crash and break and begin again.


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