Need is my tactic, detachment is my strategy.
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What keeps him young is his cacti gripand aluminum sighton the tiny fightsthe fights we mostly losein the space between…
I’ve hummedto too manysongs this morningand I nowhave a thirstin my mind(not my lips)
1A heavy sphere rolls up a slopetill it grinds itself to dust — its path a tarred walkway
I’ve spent a week malingeringout of my bed.Sunday was fine, butby midday on MondayI thought it neededa little something…