i want to count time in the white black holes of my basketball LILY ROSS
when my mom talks loudly on the phone in the middle page of my book, i could kick her off the small overlook that’s to the left of my house — she wouldn’t die or anything, maybe break a bone or two and skim her belly when the cat cracks inside me and the goldfish whimpers that it’s time for his daily walk.
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