When you take a hero’s stance at the edge
of so much broken glass, remember the first time:
your body fresh pummeled between rubber and snow
alone, meticulous
a mirror walkthrough as pirate
chasing pre-destined bigotry
I WAS NOT SURE how to get a job at the end of the world [ ] but it is not because of me [ ] it’s because i did not assist the tank
The more GlueMan takes in,
the closer he gets to
exploding into a cloud of
fiberglass dust, an airborne
itch.
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