| life interferes with art, the past interferes with the heart, she interferes with me. addiction creeps up slowly, surely. suddenly i am gasping, out of water, craving and wishing... disintegrating... turquoise ink and bright words combat the sinking, but only for a short while. driving is next. movement, quick glimpses of other places and other lives, the soft haze that speed lends to edges and foregrounds. |
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