lingerers from forum tundra by potions

your alignment wasn’t traced where i can’t be around you. in the drum circle mirroring gun songs while the lingerers spit ashes. my one stop subway transfer blinking out the acid spray from my face

amend my awry plans and wake myself up from the grave again

it’s a form of apathy that i can be without you, but it’s written like immigration reform in an imitation of refusal. a discourse on privacy issues where i appraise my right to be a real frigid fig, fed up and carried away with the course corrections of a semi-curatorial creature.

amend my awry plans to make the same mistake i’ve always made

i feel ludicrous to be uninvolved with you. measure new wires for the fire alarms with a dignitary pursed on the hill. i fucked up. you’re confident in your individuality and smart as a snack and all i’ve got is this droll appeal.

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