a burp for all the things my mind ate. nothing discreet. something
close to a laserburn. or like any hurt that stays and remains like a dull
ache every time that that memory gets jarred.
then i'll do a solo on my guitar, just to say hello to myself. like a
mirror but more sublime. like the aftereffects of tea.
and i lost a lot of things when the CD broke. a mental note not to
trust physical things with foreverness. or is that statement beyond me like
the few hundred meters from shore unaided.
then i will not let myself forget.
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