cellophane
with wrinkled
trinkets on the floor
magnets (and champagne)
in a glass
i just lay
on the wall
getting older
and
all this stuff
raining down
like
confetti
on my heart i
am
counting down (with them)
into
the seven thousands and
this time, this time,
i leave the cork
in
the bottle
and let
the bubbles
flow over...
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