the jumpers are still wet at the cuffs after a week
I let myself in, I let myself out
he hauls out a big clumb of hazelnut spread
the music gets louder in my head
a voice as clear
as no comparison
acceptable
a dash of milk in chai
working my way through their new album …
warming up last night’s slice of pizza
maybe we all have a potential for serial killing
the stains of midgets on this wall
breadcrumbs all over the kitchen table
it’s just that I relive the hunger I never truly dared to have
pi & anne 
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