I passed a man who breathed:
beautiful
my arm touched a man whose skin
seared my mind
the eyes of a man offered me
it all
I see a man who I try to memorize
prematurely
to all of these I turned away to my
most constant self
and to none spoke with my
most vocal chord
I speak to the room
who gave me this?
the room is still
it pulses like waves in the night
for no one
the breaking sounds
are the words my mind creates
that is the answer
-- Kristianna Gough
Today's workout: none - today I am definitely sick
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