Oh hi self loathing
Haven’t seen you in a while
Can’t say I missed you

collecting people

well, parts of them anyway

hearts, skin, nail clippings 

i know i should have

i don’t know why i didn’t

i just fucked up, man

frozen burrito

deceptively difficult

middle always cold

Peck peck peck your beak

Mother bird turns a blind eye

Nature is brutal

lotion these dry hands

then must i wash off the grease

the cycle repeats

not ill intentioned
the cynicism seeps through
searing into hope

Your dirty laundry
Trapped in an elevator
With an audience

this toe tastes moldy

why then the phrase “foot in mouth?”

bad bit of advice

touch the fleur di lis

the breast in your face right now

has a jaunty bounce

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