in the summertime the muscles in my drapes ripple like lions of the serengeti in whose eyes i would drown if i could look just once like my pale orange swath of cloth billowing above my knees like panthers springing into trees like the ocean as the barometer falls ...like you coming home.
pigeon tracks every which way indelible in cement did it die what happened? did a puddle save its life did a fireman take it away (my dad used to do that with cats on the street) nothing indelible here just an etch-a-sketch erased again invisible cement imagine it'll be a long time before anyone notices it sees i walked through it x-rays the damage on ...
you can never go back you can always go back. i believed that when i was eighteen when i didn't know some flashbacks were forever though they never let you in when i didn't realize that even if love changes its face it never changes its name you can always call it by name when i didn't know that emotions could incinerate could sculpt me to my ...
the earthquake's over aftershocks rip me apart sweetly his first kiss on my lips thirteen years later my butt still burns: "it's my turn now" screw the parents the last islet cell gave up 20 years ago insulin keeps her alive pompeii's ashes have moved to new york thick black lines 9.0 on the richter scale pale breathy ...
don't want you to be there don't want you to see me peeking around from behind some tree if i listen in when someone's laughing that's my business not yours 'cause you made me cry. stay away from my funeral stay away from my life they're one and the same it's all love and strife. don't want you to be there don't want you to see if i ever ...
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