Your eccentric behavior bizzares me
Dismissive, he described me. I was only respecting his work space. Isn't it odd - now I'm on the other side, thinking to myself: I don't read your inner abstraction; unless you want me to. We have different communication styles - I print, he calligraphies.
Double Third
I scarf down caution stickers,
safety off the floor
Yet my heart is still beating with electricity,
excitement, propelling something into my body
I have felt before
Spontaneity left,
survival settled in
I looked the other way when music played
just like I look away from
...
Coaster
I felt lexically homeless
when a whale spirited in
He played wind he whistled
Finned through me
There are many many other ways -
he thought to me
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