Incapable
It took a tube of lipstick
a palette of panoramic details
and a billion of sighs that wouldn’t budge
to come to the point where Denny’s billboards
felt like hope and flailing arms into the right
nook, the right cranny, during an honest moment
wasn’t doing the trick anymore
It took lackadaisical contemplation to realize
I’ll be waiting here a while
While I decompose and become
landfill
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