I will emerge into the forest
and I will wonder how I could ever
not be okay
or,
I will be
traversing
the phlegm-caught lungs of my chest
and wishing
i were alone
I will be
carrying the spaces for us all to sleep
carrying, again
I'll be thinking about her
and him,
him, him
and all of them
and all of that
I'll be
(I'll be)
standing in the puddles of myself
without your kiss on my forehead
but
with someone
who gave me one, once
(because I coerced him into it..)
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