looking at pictures
feeling so anxious
left out
& always a wanting
& always nothing more than going back
makes me ache like sign posts, alphabet, pronouns
like mommy, daddy, love
tender, sitting inside the outside places
accommodation, pretty explanations
& even when they don’t, much more than hunter&prey
my mouth resembling a child
or
discomfort in that
it wants what has already been
mentioned, before, only pretend houses,
now, much stronger
because of places where i slept,
weather i may or may not have imagined
how doodles make everything
lighter, look more like
meaning versus sound, how my same mouth
holds
my r’s and l’s, confusing them
the colors only making me
they’re nothing like tears, amounts of water
though they end up erasing
earlier lines
places i walked but now keep
inside borders,
all the days i’d
collect things,
gathering, as if to say
i once knew something
about weight
for Jp
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