we blackmail

inertia is invisible
I said, well I reckon
streaked lines
selling twilight
through windows cold
a fake prediction

my sketch of a room

a cold streaked window light seeps through
together like spoons

we blackmail send anonymous letters
under oath,
together ,

we wandered on like

weakened porcelain

tree streaked into needles confetti seats at the function staring at that mirror chipped dusty and worn.

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