No Thanks
After S.S, Mazino sort of listen             every day the world is making its meager mea culpas for Easter peeps arranged on dollar store plates             at dinner parties invisible fences the dogs run past for bleach-stained laundry fresh from the laundromat             fallen palm leaves whose barbs bloody your fingers when you sweep them from the road someone somewhere             is repenting listen it is every living creature’s right to refuse the apology no thanks to the vendor             offering his rhinestone watch before the truck can tow his trailer from the driveway I’m good             to the postwoman offering whiskey and who knows where it could lead after misplacing another package yes             god it is good to decline the world its small expressions of remorse the landlord’s handshake as black mold erupts             from the ceiling the gift basket and wax-armored cheese after another job falls through the apology you once imagined             from the boy you last remember as a shape standing over you naked the shape of all intent             as you have come to understand it a volition of dark holy as any power you wrestle with and lose to can be             holy your neck craning up intending you swear to reject that single word its rain             sorry
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
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