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i'm going to need a three day soon.
i feel like there's too much trying and hurt and not enough results.
isn't the needle supposed to stop reaching so high by now?
stop grabbing for the numbers, and be content with less?
seeing those traintracks,
those lies of escape, those rows of protruding railroad ties on you makes me feel sick.
seeing these gorgeous lines of truth, of worth, of value, these bars of gold on me makes me glow.
let me take my gold, and leave your railroad ties behind.
the bars are in rows on the table.
reach out and pull them towards you
with bowed arms.
the bars collapse into your lap and become ties
as they hit the slack of your skirt
bounce and clatter to the floor
they are yours now
keep me safe.
this is mine.
don't try to come in, just get out.
-k