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title, pubDate
| title | pubDate |
|---|---|
| Unsent Letters II - To Gray, From Lacey | Oct 7 2025 |
you grind your teeth so loud
i hear your enamel safeword through the wall
every night
you launch from the world like a hypersonic
missile to crumple on our bombed-out couch
you glower at a phone that glowers back at you
for three straight hours and then you
cook more pasta
than i could eat in a week and then you
think my music drowns you out
saying at least i
use social media to stay informed
saying i like stupid girls
but- saying
i will be okay if i can survive
another year probably
some smiling yellow xanny bars would reset
your jaw we're all in this
shit but you don't have to breathe it in
you don't have to splash when you swim
when you're not working you're working out when you're not working
out you're working out your stress on some girl
you think is beneath you girls you can leave
covered in maps
of continents we'll never see
you think i don't do real work
you call me precarious
like we aren't all
one more election one more crash
one more east coast superstorm away
like we're headed for retirement homes
for deathbeds instead of tarps on the ground
by the way if you want me
if you want to do real work with me
say more than three words to me
do your own goddamn dishes gray