I tell Google the things I don't tell anyone else.
In the middle of the night
when the house is quiet
at my most vulnerable
I type.
But is not my kinks
nor my hypochondria
nor my morbid voyeurism I hide.
I don't erase my search history for that.
It is my most primal desire
that eternal gasp caught in my throat
the bleeding need.
Every night
I type
for a trace of hope.
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