rain
in slow eyes
impatient
tired
from heartbeat
solitude
you don't like
what you don't understand
but this is what I was made
from
gas stations
lit up bleeding into black
freeway evenings
constellations
become so small
when stars are traced through
to make you
your crisp laugh
like a ghost
though it's life
we've met
o god
your eyes
through a winter
stream of smoke
o god
your eyes
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2 comments:
i enjoy your wolf photo.
and the repeating of 'oh god, your eyes'
so good
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