I.
i unzip my bag only
slightly
reaching in without looking
because i've memorized
the feel of my belongings
my finger bursts with pain
and i pull out a crab
II.
concrete steps
don't watch what
i'm writing
B.O.A.I.S.Y.A.
CAVERN
III.
i hate sitting around
but the air's nice
crisp on the lips
hips
yep. i guess that's how
things go
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