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time is unavailable.                                            i still can’t swim.

 

i can’t use “i don’t want to get my hair wet”

as an excuse, anymore.

 

i nailed a clock to the wall

to feel a little less alone

 

the ticking almost sounds like

      dialogue

 

when i used to get phone calls,

                                                                     i would suck air

                                                                                                  between the silence

 

she types in lowercase letters,

like her demeanor