The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 6 | Page 9

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real life

I'm ready for the world to stop spinning. I know right where it is.

I reach into the stream and this fresh cool water they tell me not to drink.

Alive.

Falling from pinnacles, purchased under no obligation to the human kind. I laugh at them and they smile back willingly . Unfolded... Presently shaking and full of toxins I lay in a bed made in a factory. I hope to God something will come of this . .Left for compost, compost//this is yellow#5//////and all I can d/o/is//////////wavelength

I hear the shaking and it is closer to the earth(I undo my buttons)we drank wine as we laughed and took our clothes off by the stream while bikers looked back at us//platonic true love from a distance

our saucy legs:butwedidn'tknowthat:(((pretended)))

someone whose words stopped me but we were only just playing

Now I hide from moving water

These things seem so empty.This room is so empty.There are so many.