there’s a group of friends who go out chasing sunshine with drinks and yesterday I had no shadow. a notebook while I teach clutch, stick, grind. black mold on the elephant tub. teaching dolphins how to sign. i mean we are dying. sipping tea. I’ll be you for Halloween and end up in the bathroom. you can’t call me from that far away. an old lover saw my face on a poster. I don’t look like love, like you did. there was a lie, my winter scarves, the wet left ground asking “why?”

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