i'm seeing intense imagined spite
in the
innocent intended kindness
(my furious fear
is a naked uncool satchel
a shoulder bag weeping and wailing and
stuffed and compressed
with steaming complicit delusions-
its EXPLODING and unzipping and
it
reads
THINGS
in the
NOTHINGS)
its only
an
integrated template
some seasonal interphone message . . .
but a incensed cold rage covers me
in
doorless windowless
ice
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