Always In the Last Place You Looked
fill me up with words, exhale-
[they just want to understand] it's not meant for your
delicate mind to handle, not for your hands to hold,
see that i've given up
& that i don't want you to follow my example. courted
by rebellion, tampered with by the forbidden, gracious
for every fall i take-
i'm trying to look on the good side
of two-dimensional loss--
i can't find what i don't
notice, though i need it know the most.
i'm toast.
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