nonsensical illustrations blur in the back of my mind.
a weird kind of homesickness for something,
or someone, or maybe even some place,
I know nothing about how to get around these gaping ledges in my life,
places where the sordid reality of unhappiness sits smugly between my knees.
I hate so much and so many, but forget so easily,
that maybe it's not even worth feeling sick about in the first place.
Saturday
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