the laugh that is a scream

morning

lies

wait

chest laughs

ribs

lighter

another city

old skin

still warm

thumb

index

left foot

bitterness

place

room

window

breath

first time

life breath

wonders

tree doesn’t know

forest

knows

between fingers

an ant

carries nothing

bed empty

someone

still warm

wallet open

receipt

from the year

when price

was sorrow

hourglass

does not stop

does not know

wall sees

says nothing

palm open

not searching

waiting

something

already

leaving

still

here

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