don't forget to make me jelly

only if it’s in writing.
only if the mamba’s a series of verbs and nouns
or a tango of adjectives

desolate saturdays
perched upon a seat of some kind
beasts afraid of the world
pouring self and bullshit through fingertip
pressings of plastic keys

a mirage
it must be what this world is
if such a thing is rampant, everyday

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