"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

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







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


Winter 2023 ..when the snow melts in April there she’ll be.. 99 +free..






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