and On and On and

Hold on. 😏

Rapture

the bright side of the corner
in a room where
from the inside looking out
I happen to see
the prettiest thing ever
moving her hair to the side
away from her eyes
keeping me company
all day long

I'm watched while I work by
"those goddamn Yankees need a new manager"
speaking in another language
on the phone
wearing cologne to meet someone special

I don't even know how I fix these things
sometimes
all is beyond me
stopping my van from driving into
rush hour
or breaking my nose
or every finger that I own
I feel as safe as a blessing and circumstance
a dangerous necessity
propagating everything

the sounds of s's 
rattling from the vipers in the supermarket
self-checkout is cutthroat
hold on to your groceries

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