1729
5.297
24.x.24
damaged people
chips out
strips off
people with
dings
missing bits,
lost
people who
remember how little they are
reek now
though
and people who
can’t
the augmented,
the diminished
people
inscribed and blank too
those in the
deeps
those under
those fallen
prey to
these are awkwardly
attempting themselves
faraway people
mistaking
all failing in
the end
and some won’t
even try
yet wishful
screw loose,
not quite right
out of our
tinies
a singing
midst
sometimes even
nose to nose
or other touch
occasional
cases of decency
we mouth to
mouth it on like words
as it was
passed down to us
a wild
undressing in the nuzzle whim
folks like us
I mean
the broken and
the pastured out
this midst as
much
trapped in the
laughter of love
we are all
consequence and no beginning
wept past in
the storm
because we
trust and care
not a chance
that we’ll survive
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