Belong
Existential.
Just like that old car.
Haunted.
I have energy, I have magnets.
Spatter within me.
Jumpy because I have light switches.
Pluddles.
Mercy.
The crisis started with a stranded feeling.
Like I was a pumpkin patch.
Whoosh.
It’s all old cars now.
Existential hope.
Because the car.
Because the withering-
Belongs.
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