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no sour grapes

thoughts 

tick away like clockwork 

in a timepiece

that reckons not in hours


but in bathtub tears

in conversations about our fathers

in lines and pipets 

in declarations of “fein hamma’s wieder”

in heads poking out the roof-window 

in mario party stars

in sloppily eaten salads 

in drag race quotes

in repetitions of that one goddamn

tame impala song ...


that is to say

in happy times —


a recollection

that cools the heated words

and dulls the sharpened silence


and although

the regrettable times

are indeed referenced 

in these other happier memories, 

they themselves 

— unrecorded —

will become ever more obscured. 



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