the things that make us happy,
food and money,
mostly void, symbols.
it’s all greek to us, these bodies.
what it asks for
illogical
what I depress and repress
comes out in a café
after my phone told me
im overdrawn.
the feelings leak along my edges.
crawl and make coffee rings
skate even though
it’s an iceless winter.
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