it is a shame
i am a failed computer
i cannot restart
myself from weighing this
heavy loneliness
that surrounds and suffocates
like people on the subway
that get off the next stop
leaving a little while
to breathe
to recollect
to miss even
the warmth and bodies
and knowing you’re here
for they’re there
and we’re all apart
then another group
breaks in
computers in hand
and an elbow
in your gut
and it makes you pee your pants
a little
which is a shame
because these are new pants
and your phone is in your pocket
weeping electric cries
while there’s no going back now
no restarting
no moving at all
*
it takes two
to
survive this world
the one you could’ve been
is sacrificed
for the one you are
*
he was beat
dead or dying
on the cement
warming the cracks
with poems and thoughts
he hadn’t written yet
that i hadn’t written yet either
for i couldn’t
there was nothing more to write
with him there
dead or dying
becoming something else
besides himself
not taking help
but getting up
falling
weeping
writing a story
i didn’t understand
or know the end of
though it was there
falling
weeping
dead and dying
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