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i’m sitting in her truck
as she drives through an expanse
and i’m hopelessly stuck,
watching for the tells on her face.
my love is late.
my dreams always end this way.

tick tock anticipating,
still staring at a big stupid screen
with Sinéad stuck in the CD player
that needs to be replaced
but these days there isn’t anywhere else
for me to be.

cant get away, rolling
over myself again,

relentless, blistering, reddening –
an early Spring and long-passed petaling,
her ride, her music i’m listening,

lording
how many times before have i
fallen on my sword
because i was bored?
how many afternoons past with plans on plans to get
on track
only to find my way back?
more than the fingers
and toes and
Geppetto’s nose & cock can count.

life wears its hair how one likes just to spite
with a perfect white smile which bites.

//wd 7.29.2023

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