five things you can see
four things you can hear
three things you can touch
two more things
be on the ground
grounded. holes in the concrete wall painted blue dim lighting will it rain today?
a story from youth, perfectly recalled (or possibly immaculately fabricated)
a story from nowhere. never good enough but still here thin and flippant, barely anything. gauze. crepe. molted skin in pieces.
but barely is still something. still there.
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