It’s the urgency I’m ashamed
to say I can’t shake
play out in my head
a silly scene
calling you up in the morning
when there’s almost no
chance you’re awake
only to stammer out invitations
to parties we’ll invent
with fermented spirits
cigarette taxes
filed down to nubs
of petty income
expendable like our labors
neighboring counties
place priority on secrecy
tune in coastal frequency
a binaural tragedy
come to me
believe me you’re not the
only one losing sleep
tumbling forward
I want only to
break up the
monotony
perform ultimate
lobotomy
on me
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