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new star cups starboard cut over as though i've been gone for so long, forgetting that i don't want to say i, her, anymore but so afraid to have muddied up these (my) memories of her. me?

don't return the spoon to the bucket. sleep all day and get evening coffee blearyeyes mumbles, it's five. no, there isn't any: authority on truth. no, not even you on yours. tell me. fall.

tattoo my back with leaves blowing in a swoop. gesture over your shoulder. yes. that is exactly where. guitars. air guitars. just a sip hon. a little taste. neon cherry tree.

my refridgerator makes a noise like a cell phone vibrating on a hard table. but all i have are soft tables. the refractive index of heat/pressure. this bell rings and islamic angels are written.