almost 6 months.
i can’t hide the fact. it’s none of my business to reality.
i told her it’s depressing at home, without pizza, my own.
if panic stalks, i’m neglecting the gravy sauce.
mumbling—
i cannot even comprehend myself. constricted, i’m far off free.
Where the plate is, this mouth.
I can’t think straight.
2011
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