You can’t take anymore.
This taffy pull of a
cocktease, a cyclical
jerk that can never end
happily. So you’re a
hitchhiker now, realizing
that a house only exists
to keep you from going
home. All you can hope
for from people face to
face is mutually assured
distraction. You search
in all directions for the
center. That can’t be right,
can it? It’s time to explore
now that your leaders
have gotten what they
wanted. You won’t be
killed for looking up from
those performative hand
motions you no longer
understand. There’s got
to be more than the eulogy
others wrote for you when
you were twenty years
stupider and only wanted
a warm body to wake up
to without being insulted.

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