friendships is language we should give up
they are no longer ships, because there are no sails.
they are Styrofoam beakers, so I guess
travel is out of the question.
there is no promise
unless its one of convenience.
there is no contact
unless its microwavable
friendships are not for the pizza eaters
or the 9-5ers.
maybe they are for the artists,
but it doesn’t count if its heroine for
the lonely, and
history has evaporated
so there’s no reason to trace ourselves
back
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