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A Priori
05:48
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I was in my room
pushing my thumbs into the drywall.
Matching little scraps
of paper to whatever empty spot
needs a little more thought.
Melting with the summer breeze
I'm a window turning green.
I am open just enough to hold
the AC in my teeth.
Don't tell me that I should savor
the taste of brand new plastic.
It is flavored with a hint of entropy
and in all honesty it tastes like shit.
Ripping up roofing tar
it's hot and comes apart with heat.
I know I shouldn't pick at it but
there isn't much to do up here.
I have time what else do I need?
I don't need a hundred bucks that much.
I could use some books and a good idea
and a change of scenery.
Thought I was clever
knowing forever
a thing I'd never
repeat ever again
thought it'd be different
if I didn't trust my gut
that fucked me up.
Thought I was clever
knowing forever
a thing I'd never
repeat ever again
it might be different
if I listened to my gut
or maybe not.
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2. |
The Rush
04:31
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Slipping through the rush
I see nothing all at once.
Pausing only when the bodies
stop to pass the trucks.
Workers nonchalantly warn that
the street could blow up.
Apostatizing slowly
in the noise.
Wait, go.
That bus passed within
one inch of my nose.
Somebody's broke
and fourteen thousand feet per hour
slap the ground for the encore.
Rushing towards the light
I'm a bullet in a scarf.
Clapping till my hands are sore.
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3. |
Freddie
04:30
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Freddie won't pick up the phone
it doesn't matter if it rings
in the morning on the train
or at the height of boredom.
He may have made an inquiry
but I don't think that he exists.
Wouldn't matter if he did
you won't catch Freddie on this phone.
I've gotten in the habit of
answering my phone like an asshole.
Now if you want to speak to Freddie
I've got the hang of saying no.
Freddie's hanging next to my head
all the time.
I used to think I could ignore him
if I tried.
If I could leave my room without a pocket
I'd be outside.
But I am only ever honest
on the line.
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4. |
Boxed In
06:02
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Boxed in and bundled up
we belong
in a jigsaw image of
the waterfront
bodies pieced together from
a bunch of smaller parts.
I spent five days looking east and saw
the sunrise over Utah
carved one letter from our names into
the sandstone of the tallest rock
I can't tell if I'm lucky or
if I can't catch a break
but either way she waits so patient for me
it's not just a game my baby waits.
My baby waits
but baby won't wait for me
not one more day.
Fireside, two bodies hide
inside of knitted sweaters.
Biting wind, a world away.
No concern for other parties.
sworn to hold, bound to sway.
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