what I thought would make me sad did

It’s 8 o’clock and I’ve arrived home
sucking it in

in glasses and counting
sorting through the memories
out of compulsion
wanting to make a movement
with my arm, or a twitch of the leg
Burning

Mouth stuffed with jade green marbles
turning into moths as they spill

the certainty is that I am full
abundant,
there is no space
left inside of me

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