Don’t give me a pet. I’ll kill it.
Don’t give me a pet. I’ll kill it.
I’ll kill it by accident. An accident of...
An accident of inattention.
I’ll soak up the faces of a thousand strangers.
For all the hours days have I’ll soak up their faces.
And their shoes. I like watching shoes.
Read MoreIf my heart pumps blood through my veins…
If my eyes turn light into sight…
If it still hurts, touching the oven at work…
Why do I feel dead?
Everything twitches that should.
All of my reflexes flex.
Like I still crane my neck when I light cigarettes.
I’m worried that you’re nearby and you’ll see.
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