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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