A Cell
Bleached and starting to pass out,
the women in my life
hide for years.
Objects can only last as new for moments.
And then this thing grows
and is eaten. The box is another way of detaining art.
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When you came out back
and asked me to admit it, I wouldn’t admit it,
and that’s how you knew.
A cell phone in the shower.
Our wolf-like boredom gets the best of today.