The Flowers Breathe Smoke to Forget

If you bottle it up
and blow it out
you’re doing a whole
fuck of a lot
better than I am

I’d rather break it down
and breathe it in—
for the sake of self-deprecation
and future devastation,
if nothing else

because once you destroy
the person you thought
you knew, you get to rebuild
them just like you
always wanted, just like
you always thought you would

now get to work
on a better Babel
if you can.

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