impale olympic skies! their pacific
avarice, turbulence, mai-tai-dyed
oxycontin contradictions pull out
deep convictions to rift meteoric
and fall apart.
happiness apart.

seething seers pat
pragmatic ******* in ways
neither will notice.

she feels just fine.

for a moment i dawdled, and now the crosswalk denies me. so i shall dawdle again.