and if I get the cold I’ll give it back
a shoulder against and an ache to break apart
no heart for the weary no bend to the cause
knees doubled as if multiplying didn’t divide
upright and locked positions in remission
cranberry juice by the thimbleful
ice and trash to hold, to have
spun into the elsewhere
zones unknown and time reversed
traffic deceiving as the lights go out
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