shadows of leaves
stretch tall
like me
reaching
for yoga poses
sonic youth screaming
against
cricket chirps
and they are
better off alone
my breath a raspy
honking whistle
while the others burn
together
another
night
another grab bag
emotions
embraces
silly as fuck
and a new dawn
breaks
sillier than fuck
we're each and
every
unconcerned
by output
we're just
put out
by plastic
severed fingers
humors raised
erections glistening
under soft pants
like assholes
gleaming
abandoned
sterile
tactless
misinformed
unconcerned
groping
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