So, this is solitary
Hazel
Dilapidated, dewy eyes
That bruise easily
Used to recognize dust in the
cracks
of new hardwood
Even the roach finds herself
turned off, bewildered
Mass-produced dead
smiles hum along to the dishwasher,
no
Still I find
crystalline necessities in
your canopies and filth, find
in your intimidation the slightest
form of
battery
Stain your glass with my toothpaste
Extra white
Sensitive
Cheer on with arches
Exchange 237 thumbprint recognitions for damage
that fills the holes it creates
How uniform and moody every
righteous melody must
be
Scaling octaves and Pop-Tarts in
foil-wrapped condominiums
How solitary every shower
that cries on command
New bruises and bedroom views
Mostly green
Sometimes blue
How complete the
vanishing
How nefarious the absence
Bicycles, supposedly, are
inclined to stay
upright.
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