Here I am,
Just another Floored One.
Drowned in the light of
your copper smile,
flashing over wetlands.
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communing with streetlight phantoms,
I steal their light from puddles.
I watch them become cigarettes,
Discarding themselves.
I can’t help but feel like I’m seeing the future.
Recently, I’ve started wanting to become more than a cautionary tale.
But for now, I’m afraid that’s what I’m best at.
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all we are tonight, is backpedalers.
combing through mornings we didn’t understand to find
the places where our suns set,
pretending that was where the darkness started.
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You were gentle when your hand traced my hand.
Then you made me scare myself
into skipping the allotted time for
finger-painting with memory.
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I drive past the same roadside piss bottle
every morning commute.
and I imagine someone picking it up
every morning commute.
YESSS brother