a shave and a haircut away from switching back
the clock hands cut the hairs that thought they were in default
contempt rather grows beyond itself
carefully and all at once it’s yesterday
how many days ago was it?
I don’t remember
I prefer not to remember
and then I do remember
and I appreciate what happened before
down the drain
onto the floor
it all goes somewhere
I’ve been there
I’ll go there again
the sharp cut returns
all as it was
as you were; indulgent clicks
I meant clitches
or rather
cliches
Roman Ryan 