Poem #319

continuous exhale of the heater
re-traced cursive “Love, Tell”
melancholy weighing down my body
tough rap beating out with a tinny quality
never-ending road of maybe thoughts
blanket trapping only my feet
halogen light painting the corner
careening mental somersaults
tight lips curled against my teeth

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