we exist as people of persons
a division of something refined
without each other, the pieces never meet
they never get put back together
Posted in response to the challenge Why?.
we exist as people of persons
a division of something refined
without each other, the pieces never meet
they never get put back together
Posted in response to the challenge Why?.
there's just so much I want to say, to pour out from me into you
but where to begin?
it begins home, at home, my head, the house, the lawn
the yard where I begin to understand how to be a human being
bite your tongue and swallow
count to ten, divisible by 2 on a good day and 5 on a bad day
9 chews too loud
8 rubs on each finger, 8 thumb to thumb and then every other finger. always an even number
I don't want to
I shouldn't need to
I don't have to
I really shouldn't.
Numbers upon numbers upon numbers that insist
upon eachother. Adding up quickly and carrying mental
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