When you stopped dreaming it was because
you had dreamed everything.
The ancestry password I can never remember.
If I ever think about slitting my wrists anymore,
it is just fleeting.
Back on the right path.
Needing to rest.
Instructions to keep doing more things
so that you can finally finish.
The broken appliances, on roller skates, sitting
next to her.
Trying to remember what I was thinking
by remembering where I was when I thought it.
Trying not to want what I want because
I never get what I want.
How the memory of something is both transitory
and completely tangible.
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