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lovesick and lace
between the teeth

she drinks champagne
her bicycle swerving
between
along
to

waiting to be tied up

she moves up my ribs
like she’s flipping through
records

the hall smells like incense
remember when I said
I’d buy incense?

drunk enough to clean
hands and knees
smoking on the wrong floor
must be another night
she says
must be another one

I stumble into blue
and sea and digits
and I

blink
and she’s pulling out her hair

what’s true when it’s the best

to be had

then another one

“longing longing longing”

and I heard the gypsy girl say
everyone hates you

but longing longing longing

spider legs
little woman
little girl