bubbles are lovers for air pockets

Sleep texture validates 

Rubber massages, surrounding 

Obese malcontents

Allowing 

Finger-press indents to back fat,

Borrowing pockmark descriptions:

And

Touch abbreviations 

And the ellipsis controls the rest. 

(followingairconditionedwind)

An abandoned cobweb

Accumulates lint,

Modifying its lanky, translucent strands 

A gray-tinted-navy. Human

WOOSH! 

Loosens the web,

A single line 

Divides from the window wood

To which it is anchored,

And waves goodbye 

With nowhere to go. 

TO THESE: 

Spaces like homes.

Places like stardust. 

Faces like alone (with everyone).

AS IF TO REMIND:

A pen can write 

Without ink.

If  

Scrapes are letters 

Bruises are language.

IN THE END:

Periorbital puffiness 

Transitions Waking Life 

Into a conversational DayDream.

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