.experiments with chalkboard paint.
history:
that which defines everything else
what was something before you called it yours ?
everything i hold dear was given to me:
a keyring, a shirt, guitar and a book of poems
overflowing with lavender: i desire nothing
new – but to remember what i’ve forgotten:
rob the graves i dug in drunkenness, rest
the bones on my chest and breathe –
uninterrupted.
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