pea-boning

stuck in neutral on the highway, i am wearing your orange pea-coat. it bleaches my skin tone to yellow so the on-lookers can tell i’m a poser. rolling home from a park bench where i left missing pieces, i think about language, writing my little cat-hearted prayer for remittance. everything i’m excavating lays waiting like a angry spatula coming to flip my burning pancakes.

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