It's what you can see when you close your eyes:
bottles of cigarette wine suspended in dust on basement shelves,
begging pardon in a white-eyed dress through the wind,
and the vein-laced tongues inside your eyelids.
It's the thick taste of toothpaste miracles
you can't escape on long summer afternoons,
and I believe your nirvana shakes will
pass after a time.
Suitcase after suitcase scuttling full of
crabs and moonflowers through your hallways,
trains skip the tracks, chains of clover and ballpoints
collect dust in a sun-wet field and you peek over smoked glasses.
My dear, so time runs out... well, what if it does?
lila demi-wood
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[i thank you, with a smile as wide as the sun]
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