like a clove Godless greeting. the gut is spent
with/without/with all.
I’m in a state of unrealized coping.
wept with my mouth agape. cleared, epoxied.
is it unrealized if I speak it? does it learn how to move?
lights at once, reset. under a vest
to protect from bitewing x-rays. the weight
like layers under a 잠바 in the backseat during
a blizzard where limbs stick to each other.
the clock fell into the sink as I
rinsed butter from ceramic. bent tack
in the trash. a head that feels holed looking mired.
fingertips gloss a dew starved spirit.
not to know but to know,
to want and not want to.
we eat a chickpea formulaic dinner. we watch
each other chew the days
until they steam out of our ears.
below, my toes liken to small pebbles.
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잠바 – jam-ba (jumper/jacket)
*despair of not wanting to be the self while godless
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