2021 March 3

I’m always happy
the day after I didn’t
publish night before

but fuckit’s buckets
my choke collar’s batteries
died this fucking plague

unlimited lack
of contact but fingertap
me up you me how

same but beautifully
strange when I hug you the first time
see a year’s difference

When was the last time
I called in sick literally?

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