I’m sorry about my complete inadequacy when it comes to persistence. I’m working on it.
Have you ever put your head underwater and screamed?
I haven’t
But I would
If the sound didn’t carry in my bathroom.
Appearances are the suave pickpockets of the Western world.
I dine under their umbrella
Every night,
Fighting for the inhalation
Of something, anything nontoxic
As I pull the rubble closer around me
Like a blanket.
Those hard-won miles to the hills
Sing siren songs
Of finally.
Ten
More
Months.
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