Thursday, June 20, 2013

sometimes i think i am made of more 
than not. 
i mean every single one;
sometimes i think i am made of revelations
that hit in the middle of an IKEA
about the bad things i have done to 
good people.
i miss things like barnacles,
maybe i'm pathetic.

i've been sober for three years,
so thats a thing.

[tacked on the tally marks to my
unmarred ribs]
theres something poetic about shaking hands,
i really am sorry.

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