there i was, one last time,
toe poised above the water (i wanna get better)
when my lungs invert to my stomach and i met the floor
two children in front of me seated at the same piano
while i watched myself disintegrate into brains and a mouth
standing aside like i do in that dream where i'm watching myself walk away from me.
the phone shook violently with your name in big white letters
i felt sick, it felt domestic
i smiled just a little bit
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