dancing
seven hours later (as i / attempt
a
massive
clean, your name comes up.
it surfaces
quietly, like whip cream / in
dish soap (and)
it consumes me.
you
drive.
/ far.
/.
two hours (in)
i staple
a cotton ball
to my / cup of tea
and realize
what i've done.
ripping
up receipts), i
tore you out
of my heart, and
it
felt good.
(things)
washed clean.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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