everyday gods with their everyday bodies and the everyday week
there’s a word, weak. you weak little gods. you absent fucks.
you non-revealing scene stealing extras to a life
suck in your stomachs and act like gods
take another long-legged huka hit
half-pipe, just another newspaper avoidance
smoke the smile she leans in with
don’t enjoy it too much
especially what you want most and only sometimes get
your fleeting center
your halfway across the room and forgetting why
yes, it leaves you unsure, which is not a coming attraction
not a builder
surrounding streets with people you like to look at and would rather not speak to
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