Degrees

I want to start all of my stories with never.
Fill in holes with promises.
They won’t be buried, left beneath
gardens. Perky accessories, nothing real.
Maybe they’ll end differently
instead of mutated forevers,
coffee shop water,
unpurified ice. I am cold.
You say it like
I didn’t know before. Nothing has been revealed.
And the end never is.

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