and i can barely hear your voice, one hundred thousand others are fighting beneath my ear drum, hitting it playfully with their eager fists and then laughing when their hands bleed.
my blistered tongue is hot with words i don't remember thinking, but now they mark the air like dirty sweat stains and drip lazily onto the floor for us to find and slip in later. clumsy children who forgot to put their shoes on. cold, wet socks.
your face when you laugh at yourself!! What-The-Hell-Am-I-Saying wrinkles scatter your eyelids.
your laughter is violently ripped from you as if a nasty school boy mistook it for somebody else's homework.
why do you laugh like that?
so academic.
your laughter could be drafted and redrafted on a spreadsheet until the numbers were aligned perfectly, one two three four ha ha ha.
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