poem : trout
cracked nail polish
too much belly fat
stubby leg hairs
chicago
fish oil
sleep
food
exercise
isolation
desolation
separation
by an Irish Rock Band called U2
called Bad.
shaken
all summer baking from the inside out
where would I be without someone to save me
someone who wouldn't let me fall...Jesus Christ
Thank you.
I can collect glimpses from her eyes, that place, and things.
A glimpse of a stronghold so deep it must be her.
If I knew caught in that moment.
a moment to late to soon.
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