Let's pretend it's summer in our mouths
before the wind rushes in heaps of snow
To see you sad you are breaking glass breaking hearts
breaking my ankles into tiny splinters
Splinters gouging under pillow soft skin
Poking out of bodies enough to rest a hat upon
The tunnels at the side of your head have scabs daring to be picked
Is waking up late worse than death itself
I sleep in until noon
dreaming of seeping wet cigarette packages and family reunions
Dreams of liars and fighting fire mouth dragons
Roaches planting babies in the lace of my fine dining dress
Penniless joy seems the easiest to find
Nestling in graves of torn blankets and dog hair bring everything
back to normal
Drifting words floating aimlessly out of my mouth into
the vast singular line of whatever we try to ponder
The stench of my belly button wreaks like an open wound
The source to all of my problems
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