St(r)ing St(r)ing

it’s only midnight

and

the blood curdling cuddling on my windowsill

sits still

shills me on

(as) I gamble my life away

fate has for me in words two things:

  1. the disavowal of my wonder, of my responsibility to care
  2. the spite of cousins once younger, once older, in respite, to see me as who i am (yet)
  3. etc.

together now,

st(r)ing

st(r)ing

st(r)ing

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