it doesnt take much these days or, Glasses/1
we lift careful karaoke cadences, stranded strangers shifting sandpaper prayerbooks wheres yr revolution! now and polo mouse pads or playschool herded hurt and shirt or shaved haircut so low
our plans and seas of couples crowded tables disco drown desklights write like(s) the devils not us and under a lost night or scanned white til we’re the dream of everything and whos left sleeping?
. . .
i’m short hair barrettes small bar talk and fading conversation
i’m text messages and walking away from the table for a phone call
i’m a dark shadows room and eavesdrop[p]ing laughter at nothing, really
i’m sports statistics neon lights and 2many pints and orangegroves
i’m text messages and walking away from the table for a phone call
i’m a dark shadows room and eavesdrop[p]ing laughter at nothing, really
i’m sports statistics neon lights and 2many pints and orangegroves
what answer did you hope to get?
id like a mulligan on that one, yes. id be more interesting
and less self-effacing - yeah like itd matter
i’m digital tears big teeth smiles and salvation for a moment
, i do.
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