some people
don’t mind if
the toilet paper roll
is mounted in such a way
as to feed the paper out
underhanded.
using severity
to manage severity
is like
using hate
to convince people
of your love.
unspooling,
underhanded,
there is a calm
that comes with
acquiescence;
i said goodbye
to a longterm friend,
haven’t spent a lick
of time together
in coming up on
four years.
all those years,
this friend was never
alone.
i did not
know it, but
it was a twin.
underhanded,
unspooling,
the twin is gone
and
the twin remains.
the tongue tucked
curtly in the mouth,
searches for its direction;
does it flow out
or burrow itself
back in?
words,
overused,
lose any real meaning.
they revert back
to their original form;
grunts and
expulsions.
vibrating air.
yes,
i said goodbye
to my friend,
and in its place
the twin becomes
singular.
becomes my
best friend.
becomes me.
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