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The Jam Files #6 — “Benchmarked” (Vignette)

Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.

The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low

Safety in a midnight swim.

teleport me to new terrain

there are brittle
cicada shells beneath
our feet, i’m in them,
i’m a shade, an exoskeleton

It’s been twenty four minutes since the last time I’d ever see you again.

I’ll never be a famous poet

forbidden closeness / pure proximity /
one hand on my shoulder / nothing
but gymnasium breeze on my
lace draped waist

In which I answer some questions.

Being sick all the time is some bullshit,
Lemme tell you.