Pizza&Laundry

You called to skip your rocks

Across my glossy pond again

Life is never enough for you

Were you the child at the park with chubby fingers bursting bubbles?

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I hang up and walk around the corner

Into a conversation between pizza and laundry

Where am I? I haven’t moved in seven years,

But still the question.

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I’ve learned to love the breaking

Like turning off the water

So the pot boils faster

And we have frog soup for dinner again.

.

But what do I know?

The girl who let you touch her blind for three years,

but after six months your fingers couldn’t remember her ribcage

My invisible heart.

.

And still it doesn’t matter

Where you are because

I am always finding myself

Always in relation to you

.

A north star, a north pole

Recalling me from where I am going and repelling me from where I came

Without you, I’d float to space

And burn among the stars.

Pizzalaundrypizzalaundry: survival thoughts.
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