Eyes almost refuse to open
Nut thermometer drops into the lap
of emptiness overlooked
harshly eccentric
and carved into a rigid daze
sitting at a slumped attention
fucking morning
An image virus
Stick figures drawn in the layer of vomit
Legs and arms toppled
Felled park she wants to return to
for caressing a slipped disk
for a slipped tongue
slip of the tongue
tonguing a slip
fucking morning
another day of
what to call it
what
to call it
another day of
looking up and the thumb this time
digging a smile into the face
that never opens
having some
having some day
having some difficulty
logging into it
another day of
what to call it
what
to call it
- Max Stoltenberg
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