books

cool looking stick

six blighted trees all in a row

tangled

mess

on the weekends I like to lie

in bed with your absence

rubbing

out the knots in my neck

checking

to see if you’ve appeared

but

still

no

I’m restless

and not doing anything about it

imagining horrible things

cutting

the pieces of rope that hold my eyeballs in their sockets

dropping

them into a jar

better now, better now

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world cup

bitters

 

count the starlings on the bus
and realize
there are none!
foolish me only
dripping
boots
and a crowd of Abercrombie scented 13-year-olds
we would have laughed when it was summer

two dollars and a quarter
just
to say goodbye at the gate and
thanks
for the book
it
feels pretty heavy must be good
I read it at the table when it was summer

when it was summer
I wore yellow and drank gold
till I confessed out loud
expensive bars
but we knew someone
expensive beer
but why not tips were good
I’m sorry I never watched that thing about Hannah Arendt