high up and out,
are you looking at
these snowy streets
of slush and shit,
and people with bags
filled with trash
and those with gifts?
far from sober,
deep in sane,
on repeat
faked footfalls
of heart's rhythm,
stepping on air
and falling,
on concrete.
i baked some
coconut corn cookies
on the poisonous
teflon pan,
so they wouldn't stick.
the doctor will see me now
but i will not see the doctor.
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