I become attached
A sordid possessiveness for people
No one belongs (to me)
And it distorts into jealousy.
An unreasonable protectiveness
For material things
I keep back up copies of all
People and toys
Substitutes discarded unlike credit cards.
My wallet is not happy with me
Much like my circle
Hold me. Hold me.
I like sitting at tranquil wharfs, making electric noise.
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