dumb cooze,i expand my fields of influence
to intuit "how are you"—
for we don't speak anymore
the fields surrounding me
the fields around my ears, my head
the fields around my body
the fields around my phone
(we lied in one once)
very fun, very funny,
everything airs out,
and i washed out the stains of you,
water beading off my elbow
i have cried in the car driving alone,
i have starved, glutted on lard
cried watching internet romance
i have beaten my chest, cut my teeth,
have laughed with my friends,
have crawled a wreck of fun on the bed,
energized these explanations to mom,
solid, soldier of fortune, spinach heart,
lion's tooth, blow and turn to dust,
fall to flower, wake up next year,
stumble down the hall, girl, please
i'm so hard you don't fucking know
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