I sympathize with your having to empathize.

long lines
longing for good times
as I painstakingly write
Christ.
what time is it?
time to type
look at this tripe
don’t patronize my words
upon words of a fallen beast
as I stand here engaged in the least
most interesting things I could be doing
right now
but I don’t know how
the haze of horses’ hooves
lets twilight allow
a night of nerves unsettled
we will ride without a saddle
for now
I just
want
a drink
I don’t want to think
about stitches or clasps
I’m far past those tasks
so let me take my flask
and I swear to help the hunter

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