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[claire_writes]

Paul likes 'ta chew life up
like a hearty gum ball
and spit it out-
flavorless and used
flat on the sidewalk-
just like that-
ain't no fightin her
momentary taste
and her finitude
all curled up
on the ground
pink once
black, hard
and bruised by
footprints
for the rest-
take it with a
smile we agrees,
it's all an experience
anyway, that's the most
you can swallow for-
real friends are accidents
they're the folks
you meet along the way
running perpendicular
never in the same straight line
never the ones you
tryin' for
they're alllll the invisible boats in between-
and gawd damn if
coffee ain't a sweet addiction
and the cool stairs
and the black divine
rolling down your throat
ain't better than a red
room full-a-crowded
individuals you ain't
a part of
for miles-