is a hotel room I have no memory of

is a layer of discarded skin and dust

is a patched-up-river of cut movement

is my daydream sewed together into

something comprehensible and real

more genuine and true than the actual day

is a split story, fragments of a sentence

and atomized nucleus of meaning

is a joke of being a me-shaped nothing

is to keep pretending, it WAS NO BIG DEAL

is the loss and abandoned hope,

is being broken beyond words

is a mask of my face showing age and shame

is the silence I struggle to break…

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