Watching the walls…
Crossed legs
shivering
like open notes
Movie scenes
relentless
That one, you know
that one?
Where the trees plant
themselves on tongues
that send
pronouns in shackles to furnaces, free
not burnished
Cotton balls and gender
Liberal arts
degrees, credentials
for credentials
for walls
watching
television, still blaring
Nightmares or info-
-mercials, WordArt
questionnaires
Fodder for a self-help
novel
on the attainment of
caring
about moonlight minions
on bare
walls
declaring love
to empty bar stools
where a wristwatch
poured the
chill of dead
rented metal
into the fugitive pores
of aversion
Honey whiskey
No malice, purse in
tow, one
more bathroom
break.
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