theres
an
old
old
potato
at the back of the veg drawer
soft
wrinkled like a bath finger
and
weakly sprouting small nothings
hello old potato
i say
sick in the thick morning leftovers
of
a
night still congealing
you
remind
me of me
these days i couldnt power
a
lightbulb
anymore
than
you
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