early Saturday morning first draft

PLAYING DRESS UP

this gut kicks. this is a stranger and a strangler. i stain these curtains.

a wave of ships.

i found grieving in the grass.

don’t you swallow.

all the people that we’ve _______ and all the people that we’ve_______

you kill yourself to raise the dead.

the years flash.

what goes thin goes sure.

freckles on the shoreline.

my phone refuses to sing.

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