On one screen,
bulbous bones push to escape
skin translucent like the situation.
There is no formula.
I blink my eyes over those
little ashen faces. Always, always those little ashen faces.
Helpless, I tweet.
Run from meeting to meeting,
gaze out of my second screen,
where the masses walk dogs,
sip lattes and steal glimpses into my life. I have to focus…
on writing the book
that no one will read.
I spend evenings
between Xs and speech bubbles,
s…
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