See You

There’s an exploded trash bag on the highway
Like glittering fish scales
Crusting in my eyes
Another nap
Frail at this speed
Mirrors become a staple
Can I swing in here
Do I look like I tried
To dodge the remains of the day
In faltering
Lyrics I purse my lips
And hum out hallelujah
Swallowing the time
I’m pregnant with probablies
Probably coming to see you

Then suddenly, not.

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