This voluminous now —
What do you see? A blonde
hair falls to the keyboard,
sort of asps there. A faint breeze
irks through a dustcaked fan.
This is what I know.
The walls tick as they give
up their heats procured
throughout the day. The air
is warmer than I. To know
nothing beyond sunset
carved in the smoke
of my room is the greater
portion of bliss. My calves
go numb as I quietly
disappear, as the sun
unravels fulfillment.
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 