this is for the ones i left unfinished

poetry

this is for the ones
i left unfinished:

fuck you anyway
i hope you are waiting
and shivering at an
abandoned bus stop
waiting
mouth full of cotton
i hope you grow real
legs
just as the sun sets
i hope you walk to
cedar
and put one in my dome
while i’m sleeping
peacefully

and then it will be
fuck me,
then.

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