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it doesn't have to have a beginning, middle, & end.
that's what i tried telling myself when i sat down to write.
it could just be, take up space & matter.
but words saved & stored online aren't really taking up space,
not my space,
anyway.
the scanty series of 1's & 0's i have going on here isn't tangible.
the numbers fill me up, but i can't hold them & love them.
i just want them.
they penetrate this unfailing, unfading void in my little black soul,
like a sunless shine, a secret sheen.
so, while these words don't warm me up at night,
or bring out buried inner light,
i can feel them.
they rumble & tumble in my belly &
one day
i'll spit out rocks so perfectly polished that
you won't know what hit you in the face.
you're a little bitch.
that's what i tried telling myself when i sat down to write.
it could just be, take up space & matter.
but words saved & stored online aren't really taking up space,
not my space,
anyway.
the scanty series of 1's & 0's i have going on here isn't tangible.
the numbers fill me up, but i can't hold them & love them.
i just want them.
they penetrate this unfailing, unfading void in my little black soul,
like a sunless shine, a secret sheen.
so, while these words don't warm me up at night,
or bring out buried inner light,
i can feel them.
they rumble & tumble in my belly &
one day
i'll spit out rocks so perfectly polished that
you won't know what hit you in the face.
you're a little bitch.