Made sure I didn't gesture. Gesticulation is wrong. Lie still. Took in some old home movies. Noticed the elephant in the room. Here is what I felt and saw. In a ghost town of two hundred thousand. Leaves all over and in my car. I don't know what kind but they're yellow everywhere. Negotiated and begged. Felt self conscious every place in varying degrees. Peacock feathers around my neck. None of my jewelry matches. Thought about kneeling before racists. Tossing out my sanity again for one lingering look. The white space in between the shading. Running my fingers over textured paper. God's fist on your neck. Running around in small circles, pinned.
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