like a shadow
you show up swimming
from your latest white-out
your
papery thin
fucking of determined
sticks to the
middle of the door
Hate by Gladstone Midnight
diamond glinting
seating
nearly everyone
she blames
the party moonshine
flattening the drunken
prose
and a skinny boy
called Marina
black t-shirt pulled to a trickle
horde of tears
tattoo
imaging you
&
unholy car horns
the little poem’s
final choice
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