my mouth is



       is a paint    s

                           p  l    a

                                    t     t e r


  fallen in the wrong place and you are trying to

wipe. it.  off.  before I ruin the

                                             clean slate of your sympathy


these    kids    these    days                                                             but I’m

don’t have any manners don’t say                                                     always screaming           


                                                        THANK YOU

          I’M SORRY

          I LOVE YOU                  in poems smeared abstract

 and silent by your




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