"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
When my memories turned silver from
the rush of regret streaming forth
at the urging of old pop songs,
My mind shifted to a serrated blade
that pulled out gooey remains of
eyes I'd lost too much time in
and snail gray globs of
ill-functioning air space.
I woke up covered in sweat
that I could've spent on better things.
- Kristyn Sherman
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