structural integrity
if we’re all on our own journey, i must be braking down a wound up back lane, asphalt freckled in potholes, a path driving itself sick. i fear these edges which hulk like embankments, and oversteer this mis-angled trajectory of contours stretched too wide over my skin. i abridge. i infrastructure. i corset. always attempting to cheat all of this volume. i marinate in bleach…
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