on the familiar curve down
fray servando,
past comforting cubes of yellow
and red—
727, 781
799
—the car changes speeds and the weight of paper days,
two,
unfolds across my chest.
Your city is too big for my heart to hold.
Still my core unfurls,
unending paper ribbons,
unprepared for less than the impossible
Entirety
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