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through space and time your thoughts like rockets, red hot, misguided, overfunded too busy orchestrating, calibrating, hypothesizing, re-caffeinating stringing errant thoughts and business plans and lines of code like children's macaroni, haphazard and fervent and you don't pay attention to anything not the groceries, the gasoline, the grime not quiet, murmured, shrieking, spat out reminders not the sunlight moving through the trees not your birthday, the laundry, your mother not my face in the morning, hands reaching not the directions, not your appointments or morning meetings not the wishes and dreams I murmur into your pillow not our dog, water bowl clattering and bone dry eight years past and the rage blisters my palms white hot some wicked amalgamation, a spiteful frankenstein mothering until your skin is smooth, peaceful unmarred by sounds of pleading begging, echoing and even if the noises reached an unwavering pitch past rooftops and crowns of trees it would not matter for you don't pay attention are you now?
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Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC
space cadet
through space and time your thoughts like rockets, red hot, misguided, overfunded too busy orchestrating, calibrating, hypothesizing, re-caffeinating stringing errant thoughts and business plans and lines of code like children's macaroni, haphazard and fervent and you don't pay attention to anything not the groceries, the gasoline, the grime not quiet, murmured, shrieking, spat out reminders not the sunlight moving through the trees not your birthday, the laundry, your mother not my face in the morning, hands reaching not the directions, not your appointments or morning meetings not the wishes and dreams I murmur into your pillow not our dog, water bowl clattering and bone dry eight years past and the rage blisters my palms white hot some wicked amalgamation, a spiteful frankenstein mothering until your skin is smooth, peaceful unmarred by sounds of pleading begging, echoing and even if the noises reached an unwavering pitch past rooftops and crowns of trees it would not matter for you don't pay attention are you now?
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Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC
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