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your laughter is interrupted and the punch line crumbles onto your lap. as you answer your phone           the chair hardens                     svelte                     to skeletal.           every corner in your bones           grinds           against every edge of wood. as the earpiece exhales           the grey seeps in from the dusty dome           and a wheeze of cloudy cold           floats, foggy, over the sill           and freezes firm your loose lips           before a smile can stretch them. you rise           and the door evaporates           at your touch                     a droplet                     to your violent,                     expanding                     gasps.           the croaking in your ear                     feeble                     but ‘fine’           traps your tongue           under stacks of pennies.           your heart                     singular                     sympathetic           beats fast enough for two           bodies. you stand on frail, fractured leaves           and try to cram crutches           and buttresses           through a receiver,           but your fumbling fingers           won’t speak.           your neck buckles           and bends           under the heavy phone           call. back inside teetering on your bony seat you try to sit on your hands           scoops of your scattered words                     ‘my leaving                     was the healthiest thing                     that has ever happened to her–’           foreign and           hollow.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
jarring to the jaded
your laughter is interrupted and the punch line crumbles onto your lap. as you answer your phone           the chair hardens                     svelte                     to skeletal.           every corner in your bones           grinds           against every edge of wood. as the earpiece exhales           the grey seeps in from the dusty dome           and a wheeze of cloudy cold           floats, foggy, over the sill           and freezes firm your loose lips           before a smile can stretch them. you rise           and the door evaporates           at your touch                     a droplet                     to your violent,                     expanding                     gasps.           the croaking in your ear                     feeble                     but ‘fine’           traps your tongue           under stacks of pennies.           your heart                     singular                     sympathetic           beats fast enough for two           bodies. you stand on frail, fractured leaves           and try to cram crutches           and buttresses           through a receiver,           but your fumbling fingers           won’t speak.           your neck buckles           and bends           under the heavy phone           call. back inside teetering on your bony seat you try to sit on your hands           scoops of your scattered words                     ‘my leaving                     was the healthiest thing                     that has ever happened to her–’           foreign and           hollow.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
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