Tuesday, January 9, 2024

behold my predilection

staring into the middle space beneath the hygienist's hand

too tired to care if plaque water will make my neck smell bad

my sunglasses are motocross or construction

the right shape but shit production


Dr. Stinch seems down

so am I b/c I need a thousand-dollar crown

goddamn the sag and the wear

these softening lines, this fading hair


was i a god to me?

where was i gonna get to?

everything i wanted is here with me

behold, my predilection






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