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I rest a pillow against the edge
Of my face and pretend
It is you
We can be anything at 4am
When empty crossings still shine
Their walk, no no walking signs
We are who we choose to let in
Sometimes
I can almost hear you breathing
My phone company gave me away
In the form of an identity
A spreadsheetable entity
Somewhere out there a hacker
Is hawking my clones
For thirty pieces, born
Of that unoriginal sin
We are who we choose to let in
Sometimes
I can almost hear you breathing
I spread the sheets out
Over and over again
They'll never be a perfect ten
But maybe enough to sleep in
I rest a pillow against the edge
Of my face and pretend
It is you
We are who we choose to let in
Sometimes
I can almost hear you breathing
~ Brendan Bonsack 2025
