I want to sell myself a poem
it won’t cost a lot for I am congenitally cheap but it will be resplendent with rich words and it will feel like a good deal something solid and yet hollow where I can burrow in and nest for an evening straight into sleep keep me the company I need as I leave bedrooms of longing of leaving and of growing a poem that can expand around me or contract as I steal away self-stowed in a basement apartment where words trickle down the walls amidst concrete’s springtime weep when I get lost in narrations hemmed into descriptions that I darned instead of buying brand new I want to buy a poem used and I am prepared to kick tires
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