I’m full of time as electric and serpentine as the last time you say goodbye to someone you love. Time that wants to refuse its own passing. That wants to coil tighter and tighter, asphyxiating a single instant. I can feel it spooling and unspooling, spiraling through my body as I try to sleep. At two thirty in the morning, I get up and go into the livi…
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