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fragments

and so it is.

the incomplete moon
halfway in a muddied sky,
strung along its tired trajectory.

the darkness hides my disarray,
unfolding in the crumples
of weary bedclothes
and sleepless space.

alone,
remembering the absent stars.

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polygraph

in this beige room i endure
the careful documentation
of my falling apart,
the calibration
of my complexities.

i cannot forget.
that chair,
made of rightful angles,
and its specific
standard
of brown.