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Saturday, Mar. 07, 2020
3:55 p.m.
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I see the bugs skittering behind your eyes, their little legs carrying them from one conclusion to another. I see the first one push one antenna forward, probing, then the second, following, then the herd rolling through the path because it's too late to stop. Tiny little footprints in your tiny fine dust in my tiny fine text messages, spelling out secret messages like

I STILL FIND YOU ATTRACTIVE

IF YOU WEREN'T MARRIED WE COULD BE TOGETHER

and

I REGRET FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

and teenage me would have been, if not happy, then satisfied, sitting there decoding your bullshit.

and you, the perpetual coward. You in the dirt, scribbling your nonsense.

Until the waves come.

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