in fall the dog in the liquor store delivered my credit card in her mouth
I hope I always remember little Molly
I am oily and dizzy
like a long drive home
after the state fair at night
but just yesterday I had a sandwich in my manicured hands
sturdy on the rocks by the river
drunk people floating by waving hello
I know newspapers, liquor make me sick
but what would I do besides learn and drink?
to look for things in faraway places
whether they are lost or not is what I want to do
the rhythm of my breathing
mixed with the creases of the road under the tires
bump sniff bump sniff
smash what I was working on to pieces I breathe all the dust in
I like getting and getting rid of, not having
sorry L.A. but what better feeling than seasons
weak wet tomatoes, white bread in a broken bag
and I have a long walk home
boys are all I think about
hair thighs and belly button
water earth and fire
there is no such thing as boredom
yesterday safe, tonight spinning
a peaceful feeling while I puke
being sick is part of everything
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