Saturday, February 20, 2021

Wrecking Crew

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you talk like therapy                    I aim like an arrow

slipping sleeping pills                   then crash like a bomb

in between sentences                  like a stupid mecha god


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buried in the fizz                          we're hard to imagine

of far-off messages                      but echoes keep finding us--

from baby monitors                      like they're rescue dogs


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       I still don't know if          I should forgive you

        I still don't know if         I need to be forgiven


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