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The Jam Files #7 — “The Void is Abysmal”

I’ve tiptoed out of the world.

weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher

I am a burden with a mouth.

Underground, like the
basements up north, cold
catacombs…

the love medicine is too strong

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.

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

I’ll never be a famous poet