

The Bath That's Too HotYou drew the bathThe Bath That's Too Hot
Like a warm pastel that hangs in the front hall of my former home The one you called complete shit when you saw it You, a person I had never met before, in my house because I think you were looking to borrow something It wasn't sugar or wine or sex but I think all of that happened before you left How stupid to let someone in your mouth who hates what's all over your walls As if that stupid pastel with all the happiness wasn't all over my heart as we fucked In the livingroom where there isn't art only TV which we watched in between the wine and sugar Which bookended the w
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SixtyI let a thought go like someone on a windy beach might let a hat and have it swoop out over the ocean and think: I'm done forever with that hat and being beneath it and the sun is going to have to look at me now and if it burns a little then that's lifeSixty
I love being sixty miles an hour with you and having you sing but its not singing you croon you do this next to me at sixty miles an hour and slower when the road takes twists because who knows we live in a world where people in love meet up with trucks sometimes who run all over them and bust through their brains l
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"I'm the Jesus Christ of politics"
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