blank look
now at the end
with a spine bent with a story
that is heavier than the breath unbound
what is worse than the unread
the unwritten
what is longer than the novel
the old
i am erasing you there
to the brag of the unfinished
the failed metaphors
the depraved similes that stand
like
the unliked
where there are a stream of
nouns without adjectives
verbs without adverbs
misplaced characterizations
of the thing mistaken for the thing
socks for feet
coffee for life
rest for death
love for you
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