she made it so she destroyed it
we were at her mercy of suggestion
love happened at their surprise
you’re ghosting me around the city at the corner of 10th and Reed
my own house holds your ghost
slipping an arm around my shoulders on the couch
i stumble around my kitchen and fumble for
missing knives
sleep is elusive at this hour
working off of quinn’s table
wiles is under the impression that love still exists
he said he saw true hearts in ours
working in a wild way
like the weeds growing from plastic blue buckets in my concrete back yard
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