‘Dying as a Habit of Expansion’ by Lucas Restivo

I’m about to reach max saturation 
Turn completely spherical 
Leave a slug trail when I roll 

At first it’s frightening
Feeling more and less of different intervals and levels

Then it’s exhausting and awful
Then you get used to it

Still I bet you this
One day you’re out somewhere maybe the park 
You bump into someone you haven’t seen in awhile 
Between the how longs and now what’s they say something 
Maybe the time you puked in geography
Or marital problems
Or trees smell like antique cardboard 

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