Happy Birthday

Happy birthday: Your in the bathtub with oscar the grouchsignificant memory in which you carry yourself Be a submarinevessel of visacritical documentation/documents, but today you’re air. I am not here in the fuzzed VHS-ness of 4 and a halfsmall ageth baby teeth family camera lens birthday parties in tank parkneighborhood park, so deal with it.
I am not here in the junction of swimming asphalt/ sky dust/ fresh paintsuburban streets/grass dew/traffic cone mist where drowning in the thick of everythingfear is what weaklowercase emotion baby teeth in wet park benches do to landslideenvironmental phenomena. Therefore, upon careful reflection, deal with it.
I compare rolly-pollysomething to the kind of lowlowercase dissonance variation you feel when you realize a FUCK/ happy as a clam/ slapping thighs togetherterrible noise like when you realize for the first time that helium balloons pop/the kind of elation when helium balloons do that thing to your voice/both of them together happens on your better nights entrusted to analog recordings and basement boxes like the bag of heartsselfish organ, plural you were.
So happy birthday. But for want of the lightning boltsmortal lack the black seasky or body is already dying.

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