Edging over
my collapsing mind,
I see the gears turn.
Scanning for candor
in a side-profile
on your way around.
My body grinds -
to a halt - gear against gear.
Like a hangnail
stuck between your teeth.
Absolution available by appointment only.
Eat your feelings
or they'll eat you.
As do the cherries
sinking down the leeward sun.
Leaving pits in my stomach
that I grow and foster
because I’m fucking better.
Tag: friendship
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Asking Why