miles and miles and miles and miles

holding onto jazz
and the warmth in my lower back,
I want to
aim the reason for this feeling at someone
but my body is tired, too heavy to write

as I walk, it clings to my ankle
goes under when I walk into the ocean
the antidote arrives on a random tuesday night
overdressed
and with open arms

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