Trying so hard not to fall asleep
Here I am.
Maybe not 18 floors, but high enough.
Walking a tight-rope between clever innovation and worn out vintage.
I wish you would wear my affection as a scarf around your neck
But I fear that you will wear me out, leave me behind like an old glove.
intimacy.
intimidation.
What's the difference?
perhaps it is vanity. am I vain enough to assume you will understand me?
No. so I go on puzzling over new joints for words, hoping that this time,
one piece will slide smooth against the next.
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