we draw our bars
write them
try to see out
imagine it
& draw
that too
i scribble draw
a biro sun
on museo linen
like
a lizard
on the pillows
when
hot rocks
are his home
i write
i draw
i lay prone in a carbohydrate coma
i wave a camera around
i
find
loss & confusion
with
every
waking
& the dead call by proxy
thats how we say goodbye
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