it takes me weeks to recover
from words exchanged
over the course of a few hours.
i collect them and they kill me.
the more glazed your eyes get
the easier it pours out.
so i’m still drawing cities on napkins
looking for insight in interviews
telling my secrets to the highway.
dying to get all my i's dotted
and t's crossed with the university.
i bought a
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