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zipped up fast. freeway like an unwinding ribbon, satin-slick. pulse to the beat, working-girl missionaries, concrete-dwellers, sunglass-figures in ice houses, youth with eyes wide, breathless. pretty pretty. i find it hard to decide, to let go, to understand. i know who i'm not, and yet. the ocean is blue, is a comfort, is deep, is a mirror. i'm here. eyes wide. this is something. the jump-off.
wouldn't wonder.

"Are these times contagious? I've never been this bored before."

"There is beauty in the breakdown."

"So if you think you know what I'm doin' wrong, you're gonna have to get in line..."