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Quite a few days in San Francisco I was lost forgotten in my breathing body lostQueenly in unnecessary jewelry for online meetings or eating sweet fruit on your balcony Question—will you die of this? Soon? Maybe. Qualify—maybe not. Trip to detox: strange stinging dust in air vents otherwiseQuotidian—sunglasses, seltzer waters, stop at Walgreens, swinging signs for vineyards. Question: who walked through the mess & inception of addiction if not you? ThenQuaking in your guestroom I’d never seen pain like that on a person butQueer, lovely, in the backseat you said sorry if I’mQuiet back here, I. Rose & I reached back Quietly to hold your hands your knees, loved you intensely much. Now I can’t Quit my job so I’m in my blush, sending chats, ordering lunch, but do you know whatQ means? In the church basements? I tell them all you are to me. Don’t Quote me saying you might not have anything one day but me.