Broken Rules

Breaking broken rules

I snap outdated logs of

history in half

shatter their bones

make them shake at their

core, like me.

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I don’t know when I started calling everyone

love. Like they are all my little

birds, my

darlings to put in

my pocket. Sometimes I love this

chaotic spinning ball so much i

could squeeze and squeeze

and never stop.

 

but that’s always been the way.

stoking the flames immediately, savoring every last ounce as quickly as

possible until

whatever the thing is

no longer satiates.

what are you going to fill

the space with

now?

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today the answer might be stardust.