Wednesday, December 18, 2024

thinking about losing it, high, late

Oh my sweet carolina / he taught me / jenny’s mixing brownies in the lime green room / the trundle bed behind the spiral staircase / a hop or two from the bog / rivers belong / in spaces inside me / hats and walking to the library in the sleet and and and/ self-awareness / killing me now / and the way she’d feed me cookies at lunch time? / the way he passed me a dollar on the basketball court / the curb / the lead / the paint / the coats / the amnesia / the not knowing it but hearing it anyway and being sure / the kicking and the screaming
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