A short night
another
breath
another
world
Are you
say I
going to ruin that
with
perfectly
purring
kittens
in the static box
little fuzzy ears
connecting dots
collecting
all the lonely days & good-byes
your hair drowning your shoulders
as you drift in your holey sweater
you
&
the weather
in
this room
I am John Keats in tie-dye
at the table
playing scrabble
repeating
minute to minute thoughts
about
this sharp
surrounding
winter
on actual paper: the clouds
in
your porcelain
smile
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