i think it's cold blue, sober

and fluorescent lights won't get any less solar

there's a sedaris-caricature filed in on the inside

of my forearm, or maybe just in a cornea

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there's that gravel voice pouring the blues

and i swear,

the grid of linoleum just skewed to the left

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those capillaries aren't getting any tighter

it's as if they're trying to asphyxiate each other,

vines killing for sunlight when they don't want to rise