it's 1997
gravity's a bully pushing me down
won't let up
lost in words i
drop a forearm on all the keys
metal arms rise up from a stadium of seated iron letters
and stick together
like you and i
just shy of the watermark
i pull myself up by the spine and
hammer out something born of pain
and misgivings
throw a dart at the white pages
seal the letter
mail it off
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