bluecityveins

a free ride inside my diseased mind.

spool.


spool.

the scratching of a pencil late at night
under a hot white
chicken light lamp.
stamp.
the post marked envelope
manilla
with dry tastey paste.
lip sweat,
sweet.
this life is spooled out of a dental
floss box marked
detergent
the
“det”
in detergent is
silent.

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