All day like onion cloves or crumpled
tissue thrown into the bathroom trash. Trying to sort
this all through, iron out the information, the words we
left off on. Unchartered territory, have I said I don't
know what I'm doing? Fumbling with card's dealt, coins
I've chosen to play, my play has dried up so ocean sand
salty this morning, I'm compiled of serious sifting—my
people— arrange it all feng shui? I want someone to give
me answers, I want my mom to tell me what to do on her
sleepwarmed bedspread, I want to wake up and feel right
and correct, like alright, I'm set, here we go. I'm not doing
this the best I can. This hurts, your hurt. My friends miss
me, even my oolong tea is bitter, I've seeped it too long.
I've never done this before. This day feels stuck like an
unending mineshaft. Ima mindshift, change my behavior,
shapeshift into a better joewolf. I want to be trusted with
your secrets, I want to be trusted. I promise to be better.
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