Sometimes I overhear and sometimes I underhear.

you are thinking I am not here. Sometimes

I am more here than I’d like to be. Sometimes
protecting a reflection is like protecting yourself and washing your face sometimes

in a mirror long broken. It’s a day to be remembered. Did you sin
and dream of confessing? Did you confess and dream of sinning
or of refraining

again and again and again?

Here we go again. Fix my hair,
let’s see if the dogs want to go for a walk.

{Adam Clay; I Tried to Call First}


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