that some sad thing she telephoned to you

***

bundles trundles of words wonders

to ache our heart pour out pout our

face long and worn our

imminent demise desire decries

stick that in anger that sad that

unbelievable

slick hands can’t grasp that load that

pangs pains sang prongthings that

    just explained away

can’t be

,

oh bundlest    rundles can i

pour out our about this about

face into you

how do you spell that

thing i want to say want

shriek to speak too sick too

spic-n-span life with this

unreal

moments too arctic and logcabin and

days too greys too haze to faze this

phase this face

the facts

just

are

we

***

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