[TEXT: Poem "I'm Sorry I'm Running Late I'll Be There in a Few Minutes" by Nora Rose Tomas.
"the subway door closed / on my leg last night and / now I have this huge bruise / down my thigh probably / five or six inches purple / and red the girl I'm sleeping / with keeps sending me pictures / of this white pigeon / she says she thinks the pigeon / is following her and she gets upset / when I say it is probably a different bird / each time
I understand that feeling though / like something is narrowing in on you / going through the day as if you have just / escaped tragedy / it is temping to imagine / a universe that / is putting in the effort to haunt you"
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