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Coiled back against myself; I am fragments of locations and mixed drinks from plastic cups. I like remembering. The coldness and sinking from which I came; music and empathy and heat.
I am ill. Last night was spent curled on my bedroom floor, throat burning.
I forget, sometimes, to breathe when I work counter. I forget my cell phone number, old locker combinations. I forget, momentarily, lying under the water tower in the dark; I am the aggressor. And I think about the thousands of burning lights in the sky and laugh.
Numerically speaking, I am one.
I am ill. Last night was spent curled on my bedroom floor, throat burning.
I forget, sometimes, to breathe when I work counter. I forget my cell phone number, old locker combinations. I forget, momentarily, lying under the water tower in the dark; I am the aggressor. And I think about the thousands of burning lights in the sky and laugh.
Numerically speaking, I am one.