eyes drifting
from lane to lane

a tire not bought
but given freely

(& unwanted)

weakness of the lid
not a boil, but a simmer

sip the broth in the mouth
unconstrained revulsion

this, the unspoken word: weary
fills my thoughts & I bathe in it

a long draft of lethargy
a doze of medicine

& I drift into the ocean
empty & easy.

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