urban

box of mangoes

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box of mangoes

casts shadows

quite terrible

shade

my eyes and pay the woman I

wonder how I’ll get them home

 

then

heavy afternoon

hours to kill

windows

open catching sounds

radio from somewhere says the game is tied

 

reach for me don’t reach for me

bursting dark

screaming flesh

this

is what evening is

oh, say there’ll be rain in the right season

everyone hates your new stupid girlfriend

cafe tables st michel
 

wires to hold us together we
shook before bottles and silent screens
drink
coffee with milk so it won’t keep you up
take
time when you talk so you won’t fuck it up

raw, fierce, it clings
wind you never wanted
rain you didn’t ask for in
a city of lights with
a book with black pages
to write hate mail to oceans all winter

now kicking spring it’s
May and I’m back but
we don’t look like we did before:
new legs new teeth same height at least
I’m talking
to people at parties and they all hate your new stupid girlfriend