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Words are not your friend my friend
He said
Cigarette smoke
Carefully rehearsed mannerisms
And everything bluelit like the film
And then he pulled me close
By the collar
Everything crumpled
Everything white knuckled
Everything fraying around the edges
And he spat into my ear
I want words to give way beneath me like a bridge collapse
Like ice breaking
Falling towers

I want the mirrored glass to melt into the grinning faces behind it
Breath like exhaust fumes
Flickering advertisements for shampoo and cigarettes
Feet swinging
Heads pressed uncomfortably together
A confusion of sweat and
And from the next room
Ripples of music
Like a reminder
That there’s more to life than libraries.


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