Me
The last spirit sits in the crook of my hip, sends visions shingling up my left rib, shows me sundust in a sick star’s center, shows me dining room tables in pictures, shows me dogs with diamond necklaces, shows me a hat that she invented. Not to mention she grew a tree in me. The branches are hilarious in high winds. She sleeps with people just to stretch her roots down in
Her
I unfolded the world for you blade by bladethe forest meadow was a living place—But you wanted plastic luxuries and wine-won listlessnessyou wanted to sun your long legs by a kiddie pool and justhave soft skin in the age of extinction—if you can live without me then you must have a life wish.You wanted your milk teeth to get loose in a dreambecome seroquel pills sent to swallow up mebut remember I remember it all in the morning.Recovery can be: I live in you & you live in me.
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