a poem:
dreamt of suicidal roadrunners
daring oncoming cars
wagering their shapes
on their marks
i'm a citizen
i'm a witness to the moon's gravity
i slip off my shoes, my socks
phone notifications feel alien
like the sky and sand and sun and sighs
my body blends with the light
i know i cant
see myself
mother is crying
i pretend not to see
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