tucked into my cubby
on the day bus to Java

after rushing to get out the door
a recliner in a great steel whale

the machine suspension floats
and jostles over potholes and gaps

as the island of gods carries on
im swallowed in the passing-by

a blur of gardens and crumbling
concrete drenched in sunshine

sway me to the window
sway me to the other side

its not running naked but
its almost person-sized

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Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

but as for the nonlovers (eran)

// 233α

τοῖς δὲ μὴ ἐρῶσιν

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