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gone are the fuzzy days
of living inside this
podcast voice
too busy doomscrolling
to be transcendent
too quilted in impressions
I’ve found online
my hair taller than god
at the bar on a Wednesday
I repeat
hatch mark dreaming
that the sentiment and I
are the common denominator
but my poems
are all just fan fiction
and where the reader stops
my karaoke begins
in another life
come back as
this last layer
of snake skin
I’m shedding
come back as
the film of addiction
covering everything
within my reach
as the small town celebrity’s

head on a swivel
the truckload of silence
in the parking lot of a poem
in this one

we just keep
inventing living


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