Wednesday, April 25, 2018

I remember waking up plugged in for the first time

sat on a folding chair I had found outside
I was building something. I opened my laptop, 
still stealing the signal from next door, towering 
synth line, blissed-out rave babies. lucrative 

which nobody had seen since the digital erosion

never embodied more purely
build to be approachable
the stabbing at a party
in your dark unfurnished 
apartment, spoke of promise

the possibility of getting everything you want after all

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