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9:09 am (again)

He told me he plays the part well
Feels nothing but guilt and even that
He thinks
Is conscious
Sitting on those wooden planks
J and I exchanged stories of M
Bellies aching at his coarse walking
Laugh-track
His strange sweet stink
Impossible to join in
She is someone I have
Never had to try with
And with him! Forever ago
I knew he was something
Taking A's word for it
(i always do)
He sure is something
For some sad soul who
Sinks and slithers among his own
Man-made sin
And the other, ha...
Maybe women really are that powerful
My heart swells at the kindness
Of these people
He says he feels nothing but
Can play the part pretty damn well
I think I feel too much but
I didn't tell him that
Or that I fall in love with many
And that i fell in love right there

Or that

I play the part pretty well
Myself too sometimes

It was one exchange really but
For the evening it felt
Like we were friends
We were all friends
And this paper in my hand fawned
Over with my ringless fingers
Fit for fucking behind something
A consummate course of action
behind that fat drunk laying in his own vomit
(his own piss)
They dragged him
For their own concern
And I missed his goodbye the next day
But the other hugged me twice
Buried his head in my shoulder
And I remember feeling like
I wanted to cry out of a sweet miss

And I realized I've only met him

A handful of times