dinner's eaten
I've showered and watched
the TV.
I've sat with my sister
and thought about things.
a failed day
for the politics
of fantasies.
but this is how it is
the end of my week
my body full
of voices.
histories are weighty, sweaty.
maybe tomorrow I will
push them into the sky
all those words, worlds
dissipating into pieces.
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