the unfortunate bedtime story
proprioception all topsy-turvy
she licked blood from my ankle
how can you ask me to tell the truth
little blue lumps like monuments
everyday strangle
I only wanted peace
someone to mist the hedges
when they threw the horse hair sofas on the garage
I was sure I had seen a calamity
supernatural
her hands shaped like missiles
after the Air Force jimmied the lock
I took cover in the afterthought
my hair captivates this month
my shoes sparkle in glory
rest a while against the yellow carcass
peel me another Slim Jim
grease coats my palm wine
a rainbow was found the bassinet
it must be a fucking miracle
strangers think they know me
all because of the ball peen hammer
it grew in the garden next to the cabbage
I over watered
I make the same mistakes every year
forgive everything I ever fed you
I was only pretending to like you
even the part about tucking you in
no wonder you have bad dreams
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