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Jesus and I are

taking a contortionist class.

The paperboy told me yesterday

I was a piece of shit, but

he’s read my horoscope

so I’m sure he’s right.

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I was fatalistic at the

traffic stop and a night

light at the grocery store.

I can’t seem to

pace as well as I used to.

And all my old lovers

made fun of the way

I swallow my arms.

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I’m all ears.

You ask me if I’ve ever

seen the sky after it rains

seen blue and white through

wet leaves and all I wanted

all I wanted to do

was be held for just

a little while longer.

I think I’m supposed to be

sorry for something but

I don’t know what.

I just watch the clock

and I forget so easily

what anything means.