life in reflection
no hope of perfection
things once shared
now selfishly hoarded
on a good day you can hear people
screaming in the distance
a bad day they scream in your face
good days
a thrill ride
bad days
a long line
round and round we go–
extraordinary fizzing memories
carbonated versions of our past
were we really always laughing
were you really always beautiful
that can’t just be in my head
why did I put you off
why did I drop this ball
I was already in the end zone
a dropped third strike ruining
a perfect game
for some reason, I balked:
indecision my downfall
it’s like Agent Swiss Sneaky Squirrel once told me
procrastination is like masturbation:
in the end you’re only fucking yourself.
according to s.e. senter 
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