what stands between a man and a plan_ crinckles amidst children. their hands clench to it like funeral- fingers around a showroom rosary. no-one believes in it.
god is like paperwork
and you are tiptoing now. but i can hear you i am coughing up weatherstripping. i shoot through the gap in the crowdβ i am reprimanded over a can of soda she is fuming.
my dress-watch is broken. with nothing to look at, it turns.to remembering a certain pair of shoes and an asian supermarket we used to go to.