twenty-one.

Scientist poet friend
Why does writing heal my brain
Clear the pathways
Soothe the static
Sweep off dust
Put all the dark things back in boxes
Leaving me able
To survive

– FLB

***

i’m eating grain sweet
dark chocolate chips
by the fist full
listening to
take me to church
on repeat
something about
the deathless death part
i have to keep hearing
him preach those words
and that he was born sick
amen
me too

– LB

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