Dissolving
When you stagger into empty parking lots: this sky, cobalt-mauve, crawls over you.
Inattention resembles pauses between leaves. Streetlights aren’t hollow late May; they spill over with midges.
As you sprawl through squinted alleys, thought coughs and slurs.
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