Choose strife & chew well
The shards are not so tender
The tv cuts itself off
The lights upstairs cut themselves off
The kitchen is dark
I’m just dimming a little
& from the other room
the internet glows—
It’s 10 p.m. Do you know
where your poems are?
Paint dries at different
speeds, a fact & annoyances
& from the other room
the internet glows—
Did you mean blood books?
Did you mean blood books?
Sure
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Ahhh so perfectly creepy. And I love “I’m just dimming a little.”
This is so good. Yes, blood books. Tell me what I mean, internet, as if you’re that kind of man.