for gbe.
Throw a rock it must Sit where it lands. That's how I feel accepting another unexpected run-in, Sun to rock synergy, And he's wearing pearls. Before, there we were. Flesh of a wrinkled-sheet morning, fish of light buttering the ceiling Opal screens winking, I sustain, I'm good like corn pancakes. And the covid-weather is mild. So considering, we went. Friends teabag Fluid osmosing thru their thought bodies. The stars point downward. We were six hours late to the function. But for tangerines- bitch, free food is free. I dozed in the car I danced in my soup. The more I shouldn't The better it is, we call that forbidden makes the fruit. Isomorphically I'm a wool-eyed yes before we hit the vote. My lubed throat Unfit, stitched with paranoia, lying or denying or imagining covid tickle. I'd rather not know. Never going to maintain friends this good Once they know. I should say no more often than a rock Which can't. Moon trickles into the bathroom and I follow her Looking for restless vibe-check or better yet Principles, and she leads me out, to where the people are, and then you call, Just to show off the disappointment in your voice. Perfect. Here, let me practice. Pedestal-carver, Let me let you down easy, Let me let you down.
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