i have lost the language of shoelace
filling in holes and lapping arms snug embrace, tighten my tongue tied not by bows or bunny ears or Velcro secrets hissing closed; no i am skidmark, silent reenactment of a joyride cut short footstep in the sand trying to make my way back to you even as rain falls
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