tiny. lit. fire up miles of neurons. get the ole girl thinking...
did it take the bad storm's lightning soaking deep through skin, bad subway rides jammed pack with empty stares and bad breath, soapbox preachers smiling saliva droplets flying in slo mo through the air, hauling butt up/down endless stairs everywhere you go...
...i reach for the words.
delicately finger through fresh pages of them.
eat every definition.
wash them down with purpose,
every last one.
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this is where i want to be. i hope it lasts...