Like that time I got a call about Holtums that
reportedly began filling the hallway of a mind
that wasn’t even mine
just as the seasons on my nails turned from
frustration to power to growth to affection without skipping a beat so hold on —
just wait a minute —
go ahead and check
your front
and I’ll keep curating until it’s stopped working —
just so you know, it has
but my photo booth captured
a realist  and elitist — guess which is better
cuz flaming hot cheetos never could
again, by the way, it was mine, you know
the mind was mine although I only knew
that when the avalanche finally
to let go of the heavy, forest snow so I don’t
mind carrying it on mine as long as it’s yours
get a rest.


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