a world's coldness, estranged mode
of communication. a depth of words
bubbling to a surface gurgle: this is where
the knife slides in. sweet baby jesus,
fuck them.
they paint smiles painted faces
butter honey talk they
act like
they take interest. if i got
time they'll
take it like cheap money,
and money's cheap these days.
so's real friendship.
sometimes it works
but not if they got a thing or two
they need (all i got's
my own volition, and
that's definitely not
up their alley)
sideways and other ways words
otherwise i get lost confused wayward and
i forget
which language do we
agree to use?
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