okay i'll face the revolving door & pop
out the other side of you an orca
walks into the room
separated from the water we used
to swim through tragic
ally, feel free to shoot me an email
or drone on above those abandoned things we liked
but no longer tack
back together, my exes
always get cross when i don't
core the family journey
smells like a long day caked i'm in
tendering to be softer
as a friend you became yum & seventeen again tho
inhospitable in the dear head
phones i bought so flog me
since you've floored me already drunk n smiling naked
but don't liken me to Heidegger
too ashamed of what i google late at night
life seeming more real as we bear
the phoney present right-now tweets
of who came out the queerest
incredibly the gossiping planet will still
be there on the weekend
no madder how many selves weaken the collective
bargaining agreement
to only be hurt by words burrowed
like fruit we ate from our beds, cultivating anew
future lots of nothing
hop on or tomorrow will've happened
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