hint of a nightmare
perches six inches over
dawn, but of course
you've heard me
tell that story before.
Cremate the things that
continue to trouble me:
the way we hear him
before we see him,
talking needles and a
waterfall of hard life.
I can't tell you how many
breaks I've had, a hand
to stop old habits but
I haven't tried
and this is the best I've promised,
will die right there,
damn pretty and holding the choice.
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