Wednesday, May 4, 2016

I am in my car!

everything smells like
gas and carnitas

hope
moving along
like a lizard
or a rat through
my blue room in the 
red house


the sun on the blurry glass
in the bathroom
two seconds of blind perfection
6 p.m.
the tree grows leaves
like orange velcro
some things change
unexpectedly

my dresser stands gently

as if it wasn't packed
with underwear and
leftover skirts and dresses
next to the box of

frequently worn


no, the palm reader didn't say
this much about death
but we say
they were always so
ahead of their time

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