Oh were I
as gold as the god that lights this screen
Or gray as the summer sky,
I would lie back and lie back and lie back
Till the world seemed green.

Today is all thunder and illness, so it would seem. The tallest around me are hunched over in little balls of the flu and fear, wondering what's up and why, and I

Get to go to my therapist's just as soon as I please.

And over here, and over here,
There's something satisfying in my white lines,
my long goodbyes.

<<agé chose>>

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