00:18 – moving through the self from a few hours ago

double zeroes by the smiling eyes and my brother’s age.

that’s the time

and i’m tired

and by the time i’ve typed this

it’s another time – i’ve changed.

some beads on my string have fallen off and some have been added and i record the dropping and the stacking of glass,

it’s past midnight.

and the light is much too bright in the bedroom and the capital letters are unappealing in my lazy hands and my thoughts are wooden, plasterboard, disjointed – bless,

sleep a soothing interruption to being so heavily awake.

 

 

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