gone

half-moons

in the back of my

arms wrapped

around my rib

cage heaves & i

can’t breathe

in the smoke & the

exhaust

ed, I’m tired & i

feel so alone, like a

breathe of stale air &

the puff of va

pour my tears onto

the table, it’s round & so

is the mug of blood & sweat &

the fan bats the heat

away is all i want to

be

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