i never said it isn’t but why are you whispering
i wish you wouldn’t do that you’re not fooling me
ice in the water cold on the shoulder
all the pretending is making us older
just want her to stop talking just stop talking
stoptalking
what’s your name my name is bill
dead woman body pretty
a bruise from the windy city
amazing
who was that
tip tip tip tip
tiptap
come back when you’re angry
when you’re hungry
when the green and gold turn whittier cold
and you said
‘it’s true’
you said it
you knew
the trial in paperback
serious
like storm clouds
black plastic buttons filling drain spouts
the motion devotion of eyes fixed on mouths
a whirlwind rhythm of
time running out
that explosion when you were six
the long and the short it made me sick
those are the facts
and they are satisfactory
all that was asked of me fresh from the factory
when open was nothing
we drove through the night
terribly slow
turned confided
what color isn’t natural color
sunset
sudro is back
waited with her
feigned attack at
cigarettes beers
bruises on knees
the muses in ears
made sure you said ‘please’
and ‘thank you’
to stutterers
afraid of the phone
deeply in love with being alone
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