once there was a way to get back home.

i can taste everything today. it's like that. busses that run on time. morning clouds that refuse to exit stage left. bella's descent down concrete steps. kj confessions of punching fear in the gut. i can taste everything.

it tastes like may. something is wrapping itself around my ankles. i do not need mobility to wear life on my tongue.

i once knew a girl who sang songs my broken soul wrote. she designed herself to be everybody's lolita until i watched her fade away. away from me. away from her. at one point, i think we could have been lovers. but she would have needed me to be stronger than just an invention of her manipulating desires. i loved her then. and do now. i will always feel the space between us even as she is more memory than real. but i can taste her today.

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