doused in wine,
doused in the idea
of having more than i can chew.
i placed my teeth in the word
back when i was fifteen
ever since
the word has been attempting to hide
i found it again
under the last
night of the earth
and i found it again
hiding
in cold blood
behind the layers of Capote
it's there
in the hum of fluorescent lamps
behind the studs in the wall
in between the glass and the fortitude
it is the
zeros in your
phone bill
it's the lines on your
credit card bill
the word
is hiding behind everything
you just have to
be insane
enough
to read it.
~Classical Music.
Love,
Digress.
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