Sunday, December 13, 2015

3:31 A.M. Freewrite

Break a fog
on your knee, and hear
the nonexistent sound
of gas on pain;

I don't know, but
I don't think I've been told
how to imagine anything else.

Another hour, perhaps three,
it'll be morning
and I'll be awake.


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Definitely means nothing. But you can still judge it harshly—in fact, please do!

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