the most generic poem to ever exist
through fluorescent failure i found you so pretty
like being luminous somehow made you good
the thunder of being young, the crash course of disappearance
in gauzy strip malls it was always you
a pressure point
a bruise i kept pressing as if
more insistence would pinch our time
stretch it to last for longer in my mind
and blur out the bad parts for my peace
say anything and squeeze it
bunches of bitterness boxed up with flowers
you did a good job with goodbyes.
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