you distract me so, i burned my damn knuckle last night!

a popping sound flared up and fell,

down to flesh,

reflexes react

and i am silent this morning

wait, calm, breathing fresh through that screen

the perfection of spring taunting me to start walking

to. . .  . .elsewhere

or is my *tof* magnetism enough to pull and pique?

soon soon. . . .

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