of
ourselves does she remind you of
so
to have walked away
pretending
you'd
read a book but wouldn't it have
been when the sparks
back then and you got 'lucky' irretrievable dinner
fly this limp certitude is hungry is irrevokable
another chance is
falling apart these blues
I guess they'll do
for herself, not the radio
what I
ordered
we try
to follow the stations of the heart and if the heart were
truly broken would it
hurt so much?
