I'm losing pictures
into the wet leaf puddle gutters
lining the sandbox streets.
I'm losing the taste of storms
on my tongue and the unbridled
calm of driving, driving, driving.
I'm losing my appetite.
When I enter a room, it eats me.
It licks the inside of my ears
and feasts on my hair follicles.
I'm learning to not take it personally.
The sky is folding in over my head.
I'm losing and losing a very long bet.
Clouds rake in the chips I've thrown,
their stacks leaning against the sun.
I'm learning to leash my memories.
I'm losing money, charm and brevity.
I'm waiting for answers, no questions asked.
I'm learning and losing the rights of my mind.
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