pointer

19 Oct, 2026

serve a sentence, asks
the weary pointer

and i just think: "save our souls?"
"like that's not the natural condition?"
"like how many rocks do you need
for a typeface you'd see?"

i asked you before: how do you grieve?
and i still don't know -
and to be honest, for once,
i don't think i've ever really let anything go

now, 
i'm asking: when were you last reduced to a desperate prayer?
i will give you my answer,
now

oh, whoever, whichever, 
whatever, the name:
take me, take me, 
and viva travesti,
you know i'm shattered already:
so if life is long
then give it to her
who deserves it

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