postage prayed

princelike, squinteyed bloodline.

it's summer inside and your car roof is sticky-taped together.

your dog does not match your sunglasses...different styles altogether.

you're so continental and i'm so disinterested and too skinny for cigarettes.

no finger of yours was made for more than one ring.

it's almost a tshirt day til the wind hooks like a maniac, like happiness.

with every bit of neck exposed, i slept like a bell last night.

those lap splashes of for-sale-sign red and sheet-liquid white.

birds flying out like antique miracles, winter rockets...they fly, zoom.

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