Someone walks into your temporary tent and already they´re not even there. They make sounds with their mouths and move the furniture around. And you´ll tell them anything to remain in your trap. But the words are not yours and your language is beyond the scope of their hearing.
Chilling on the roof like Bojack and Diane, let´s taint future paintings with vague isms from the past. Let´s chug another sixpack, let´s swallow pills from glasses with non-legible print. It´s a parallel world and it´s this world.
It doesn´t matter. Can´t lift our pillows, these are the horse tranquilizing years. I´m looking for someone the size of my trauma, enter loopholes, enter Xanax. Invisible boulders weigh on me like unanswered texts. I see me in your yesterday´s chemtrails, muse and cellmate.
(SGS, 2021)
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