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The Rub
1 min readDec 15, 2019
The dirt under my fingernails
inevitable in photographs
I tried to connect it to continental drift
The small dog barking in the distance
I never saw
(or rather)
The small dog I never saw
barking in the distance
(or rather)
The barking distance I felt
in the small dog of never
Nobody made me do the things
I did to nobody
I thought of the enviable life of a sonnet
and sickened
Jealousy is dirt we have on ourselves
