right and fine a thousand games|
if you're alone you get more alone
as it gets more cold
it's all hard, even sleep
a relent is what she showed me
with her fingers on a map
of all the veins and arteries
her veins and arteries
and then i knew
"you wring me"
"i ring you?"
"no, like you wring me dry"
it's a morning without sun
it's a morning without love
your bare knees against the bathroom floor
as you cough and puke up blood
and you realize right at
that dark long moment that you're not
as happy with the things you've had
as with the thing you got
a conversation my friend had:
Q. "there's these two dogs"
Q. "and they're going to die from the heat
in the back of this car"
A. "can i help you with a new phone line?"
Q. "no, i'm at a payphone what should i do about the dogs?
i'm worried about them"
A. "why would you phone us?"
Q. "i didn't know who i should call
what i should do"
A. "maybe you should call the police"
Q. "well, fuck"
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