9:29:08-12:03p.m.
I moved like a compass
through the degenerative darkness
while my singles changed into mercy ramps
leading up to a place where flags live
If I could capture what it meant
to be a kid, does apple juice describe it well
the torn blue jeans and t-shirt that I wore to a party
and the people I saw there
Just like an excerpt you could taste with your fingers
if you put them through my hair
all the candles decanted
the couch cushions remodeled to look like
no one was ever here
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