There’s no way
to have the time, someone says
there’s no way
to have a self
sabotage like this, gentle
yapping, the greatest
love tableau — it will end
it will end
we had some grape
juice and seltzer, and the
sunshine around our chests
locking its chamber
whispering “I am done” I
am not searching no more
for the great words to
catapult this new year
backward, I think
that’s called generosity
an open belly
a hefty helping ok
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