shop til we drop
i went to the bench i have sat on hundreds of times
maybe thousands hard damp human stained on
a mission i walked through mud +pain
pain of trying to find my old self pre her death maybe
even find her there where i had sat imagining her
w a i t i n g
i
sat
and
sat
feeling into my newly hollowed out soulhole reno-drill
behind me carving out hearts? i left abruptly so did
she nowhere to hide from the BIG EMPTY
walking home the sky opened +down she came in her
orange shoes secondary infection quelled ready to
shop !
looking at hundreds maybe thousands of beige sweaters
ape that’s a dead beige she’d say my dead babe who
wore alive better than most
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Winter 2023 ..when the snow melts in April there she’ll be.. 99 +free..
songanddancegirl 