They don’t quite fit, or wrap around.
The problem with words is they’re not enough.
They don’t quite fit, or wrap around –
pants that hang off the hips,
threaten to fall.
To be openly naked?
Fucking awkward words.
I feel truly alone. Not even words are mine anymore.
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