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gypsy luck
here’s a love poem in crayon
my brain is live wire
I locked it up
in the south
dared my child
to touch and see what
blows back

remember silly putty on newspapers?
ok? I’m okay
just bent inside out
sprayed across the parking lot
once or twice

I’m destroying my hearing
just to crystallize some times
we’ll call “rotten”
later on
but no I get it
i look in the mirror too

why are the leaves so loud
why are the leaves so loud