RX: EXPECTED/UNTITLED


I tell myself a few things

while the fog rolls around me

while the smog chokes you,

I think you know

I tell myself, “he knows,”

while your head leans back

while your eyes close,

I tell myself I’ll see you again

“maybe in April?”

while I let you go

while I close my eyes.

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