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listening to a rock band
from Denmark

I think I’m going to pass out
and chew on the sunrise
with blunt teeth
and kiss it off with red lips

I don’t hear anyone calling

but I feel my heart
in my neck
and the cut that hasn’t healed
on my right index finger

it’s a bass line

I’m tired of the States

I’m tired of the way my neck
fits into these damn boards
on the porch

maybe I’m getting tired of
being blue
but like I said to my friend
with margarita still
drying on my shirt
“a good life
is a boring life”

maybe I’ll get tired of that too

I don’t even have any temptations

you, reader, can string me up
place me against the tree
you spent climbing in your youth
watch me gnaw on the bark
and lick the sap off my lips