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Akemi Jun 2017
muted pieces
scattered all across the yard
and me gazing
back upon
myself

i rose
drenched in
god’s fire

/ yours? mine? /

hospitalised
split across time
three times three times three

worn like
dead leaves
of next fall

we watched
doing nothing
to stop.
that time i had a breakdown
and fell off a skateboard
and took three tabs of acid while reading valis

gravel falling from my closed ****
for years after
like pieces of my own failing
self

also the human condition

also the capitalist condition

also the postmodernist condition

and that time i wore a pink shirt to deconstruct gender

— The End —