My life can fit under a tableexcept the horse
he is too tall to settle for living under a table
I don't know how I fee;
about the not going as planned
the quick decisions
and the sudden bursts of make a choice now
but I do know
the hunger for sharp and hot
and desire for the long slow regeneration
as skin pulls back together
seams tight back to itself
not today instead more coffee
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Yes.
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