I broke the vase. I daydream about moving
states and telling no one. The coyotes in my
dream must have meant something. I know
no government secrets. I never loved him
Probably. The best way to become a god is
to spend a night with wax falling from a
candle. The best way to reinvent yourself is
to realize there’s no such thing. I would’ve
rather been a singer. The road is sacrament.
I am too good a liar. So I say. It is usual to
miss the air on your bare face. It is no secret
I miss. I keep my mind on bluffs and pyres.
I shattered the windshield, then myself. I
don’t see what that has to do with it.
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