delete. Everything I said before,
I take it back. delete. If I don't
give it words-can it still live?
in my smooth muscle its action
potential driving a twitch. An
influx of ions, kicking a fit.
flipping the old switch, lights
now dim. writing it no longer
gives me the rush. Just the wire
that used to be a sparkler. now
padded with crusty, compacted ash.
No longer useful for its original purpose
yet unable to function as anything else.
Just another piece of garbage to
throw out on Independence day.
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