# Judith:22

By [d🫶wn b@d](https://paragraph.com/@d-wn-b-d) · 2022-11-12

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The stuff on our fridge is now in a box In my mother's cold basement Frozen in time unlike us Gathering mold just like us In that box i yearn for The Book of Judith A poem my friend wrote when he felt When i think i feel a lot like how he felt Back in 2019 He said "it's all love And if you're in love with five people you're invincible" I was the colleague he kissed on thursday And he was right we never kissed again I like to think we're still good friends There are one hundred copies and One of them is in a box in boston One of them is on tao lin's website as a book he read Back in 2021 Every friday a funeral Every friday i fly across the country Friendly heartbreaks with friends Alone and faded Dancing in different worlds －in my head Surrounded by new faces who want to know Call me whatever you want You turn 30 and everyone calls you girl Clark calls 30 your gay death I said it was 25 Of course i'm running I don't have running shoes I bought a four hundred dollar perfume yesterday Just to have it We walk across the bridge and try to climb it Can i. Can i blame this all on my broken rib Everything has changed And nothing at all Bossa burned down and opened again It's meta now I lost your mdma as well I wonder what is written on the second page of The Book of Judith I don't feel like asking I'll wait to rummage through that box Find you Restore you to my refrigerator I am in love with like five people right now Three of them myself Past present future When you're in love with the idea of people －or the people themselves All that love can make you feel lost Judith have you married yet Distorted daydream Disintegrated disoriented nap Each face comes closer closer －A deep breath The start of nothing The start of everything Back in 2022

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