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January 25, 2010
December 15, 2009
afternoon
He gave me a subway token and I put on my tights and my sweater. Rubbed off my makeup on the way home.
small boy
We walk down the street to the record store like last year. I figure I know what I want there. I make a purchase. He’s fumbling. His clothes are too big. He bought new ones two sizes smaller.
small boy
Gripping at your chest, But I’m wrong for this. I can’t expect much. I shouldn’t get much from you. You’re crying in my bedroom Because I saw you as a child.
mouth
Mouth full of pills. I left him in the summer in the sunlight. None of those things made him feel better.
date
She sent you a birthday card from jail with a sketch of superman on it. She’s been there for 2 yrs. You took me out to dinner and I cried.
scavenging
Scavenging for a piece of our history Breaking in through my window to give me our book The police came and you were crying.
lady of clarion
Silly girls. Punching walls. Slurring words. Slipping off their clothing. Peeling back their skin, But proving little.
Slipped
Slipped a picture under my door. I immediately recognized The style of your penmanship.
Montrose
Windows covered with paper But no one has packed up or gone away He lives in a lonely place
Morning
Spreading the sheets All covered in white Your lips aren’t chapped anymore, I noticed
pico
I live in an attic on Clarion Street With stucco walls. I walked to work with a bloody head.
calm
I like not having eternal torment. Eating lunch on a corner street. Nowhere to be.