Yes I am
I'm ghosted
and short of breath
dream wake walking out the door
french balcony
second floor
no stair still pour
into my real estate
resignation
to the hitch in our history
and the hematite whore
to the bitch in our rookery
who swallowed and then swore
that she'd never be
a connoisseur
of me.
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