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3:57 in the morning
I put extra change in the meter every time I park the car
in hopes that I won’t make it back
and I carry a black umbrella
in hopes of making this poem a fabulous clichéd disaster
I think maybe if you’ve never accidentally set the room on fire,
you obviously haven’t been trying very hard to get high
you obviously haven’t been trying very hard to get high
I pissed on a guy for 3 bucks once at the train tracks
but actually
it can seem rather small at 3:57 in the morning
it can seem rather small at 3:57 in the morning
my sagging breasts
a smokers cough
a drive by
a god
or even
a smokers cough
a drive by
a god
or even
that scar
from where you lost all your guts…
Terrific as usual. :)
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ReplyDeleteSo honest. Thank you for openin your soul.
ReplyDeletethanks a lot Nora!
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