An instant
has as much to do
with time or
you as time or you
have got to
do with endlessness.
This is the
sort of streaky mess
you’ll get
from me when it gets cold
outside, and
gray. Though we are
warm inside, and
old, and good
for nothing
in a sneaky way.
I love the
stuffing out of you today.
.
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