you was here
i know. your dear
bones
years hence – the
impossibly distant
future. not even
stones are what
they was &
lingo
so dumb! hands
tabled
drums – – /
anapaests scratched on
skin, hotel
doors,
spondaic
fist falls: Will Not
alter the fact.
or how we feel about it.
i’m getting pissed for no reason.