I wanted blue. I struggle with the shape of my new life. Trees here look like
knives peeling back the sky. I work 43 hours a week and I’m not in love anymore.
My new life suplexes me. Sometimes the bus is late. Sometimes the exits freeze
over. When I try to jerk off, I think of my ex, and have to stop. Change is
measured in hourly wage and solitude. Sometimes you probe the wound. I wanted
blue. The CEO quotes Tom Cruise. Her children joke about cutting people’s pay.
We all smile and laugh. I wanted a riverbed rest, blue and barren. Sometimes the
rich sound like puppies. I wanted blue. I’m never alone, at work, but I am lonely. I
wanted blue. Sometimes I thought I’d find it.
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