summer of blurrrrrr
whirlwind of tubes beepingmachines 25 staples in a leg
and a crazy balloonlike contraption taped to their heads
incase we have to go back in
sounds like war what is it good for? adrenaline cortisol
grief shock+awe plentiful now spat out into civilian life
six months lost am i dead or alive?
according to Unamuno: life+death are wretched terms to
which we are limited ..in this prison of time+space.. he hated
civilization i hate everything (Charity Royall +AAC)
clearly more dead
but today i am spat into a low German cafe the girls beside
me are likely dead too but they resist the mortis + in the lull
between bites of greasy-sourkraut pinkish grizzel on a white tee
highly curated affectation +thrift it’s difficult to feel alive
beside the most shallow jive known to mankind you catch
my drift?
but i won’t let these Gen Z grifters eating 34$ salads with shift
jobs from 7-11 am 2 days a week spoil my return to the life i wrested
from oncologists +brothy turkey dinners (barfacious to the max)
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FALL 2024 ..we rise..
songanddancegirl 