half way
through my life i
am just half a cup
of coffee
in my lap
i need a coaster
plastic coatings
on my face
begin to sweat
oh (the agony of being alone)
logos still
surround me i
know
my very breath
each time
exhales onto tomorrow i
wish against wish
that it would
take me back to you,
like blowing bubbles
through
a straw,
or throwing
cream
and
sage-colored boomerangs...
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