The whites of his eyes, half in the light.
Two am and three to find and
Sad in the Amazon shipping time.
If you mispronounce sad, you get
$4.99 Gladware. I am Gladware you got dick tonight.
And Sadware to hear about my loss.
I, like the letter, have named nightmares “forget-me-not.”
Call me, beep me, if you want to breach me.
Mother and father have peaked.
The morning hours always leak. The water finds space in the
Forgone. The space in the
Near near near.
I am lost it.
Closest that door and trip out of the closet.
We have lost it.
This is closet I’ve felt to my father in years.