Dry

W

weezyFTW

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no one sees you

when you hide in a tree


no thoughts strike,

hot blots,

vile shots,

judging moisture,

salty clots

I ought not have

but got


uncomfortably wet, I

crawl into a dryer,

rotary womb,

tender tomb,

fabric softening sheets

see me to sleep

I soften, feel the heat

but I will not be dry

I never will be dry



you were

the best person

who died,

(that day.)
 
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