her makeup
made a tiny mocha stain
on the inside lip
of my yellowed sink
as I drove home
and listened to the oldies
a man stumbled through crosswalks
under the old railroad
his shadow looked
noosed through the beams
the next day
I watched a squirrel eating
styrofoam like cotton candy
I wonder if we feel
how everything moves
around our heads
*molasses and lightning
the surf and the coast*
I don’t always feel drowned
I don’t always feel whole
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
her makeup
made a tiny mocha stain
on the inside lip
of my yellowed sink
as I drove home
and listened to the oldies
a man stumbled through crosswalks
under the old railroad
his shadow looked
noosed through the beams
the next day
I watched a squirrel eating
styrofoam like cotton candy
I wonder if we feel
how everything moves
around our heads
*molasses and lightning
the surf and the coast*
I don’t always feel drowned
I don’t always feel whole
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