thin ice
depression as deep as that urinal there
stained stainless with its blue antiseptic splurge
by hands unknown in the missing days
those white tiles with those nose flickings
with those engrossed phone numbers
suggesting things
you would rather not know
about
you know
how hard it is to stare fixed at this
when the hands of do not turn away
are firmly upon your shoulders
it’s one empty shell
this is there is
no one there no one there
no time passes
the cinema screen is blank
the main feature is postponed
same again tomorrow
the ice thinner
same again tomorrow
the ice thinner
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