Our territorial instincts are as vague
as the strangers wandering into the
courtyard, with dull hats and nervous
smiles. We are the failed levees of a
tropical storm. We are the revelation
you've been looking for. What could
being let out early bring besides one
more cup of coffee? Something lingering
in the heart of me? Whatever was
written brief in the sand, let the
waves of my friends wash it away.
Their hospital is full of the heartsick.Their cemetery overflows with wildflowers.
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