grain against the head
ground coffee reappearing in the form of fallen bugs,
dead (but good morning nonetheless)
pick them up with dancing feet,
sweep them away under precarious furniture legs with our own
small lights total five, as to remind they are still
alive and kicking
vito by mikey; champion eats al this week
vocals heard through the glass window but not outside
waste, team, summer,
microwaved homemade bread
dimmed the mirrors for a good cry about it
ashtray traces apathetic now
it's not enough now
graduation flowers wilting now
hammock bridge healing now
berger bridge forgotten now
two more days left in this guesthouse now
the trash needs to be taken out
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