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midnight pantie parade

     

Monday, June 16

 
a middle scrap

as you drove
past stain glass hills
through lakes of gold
sunlight and wind
with your forearm out
the window
and kind of hesitating
in the rushing air.

Sunday, June 15

 
i'd like you to know.

i've taken up skydiving because i went to the psychatrist and they said my falling dreams would cease only if i fell from the sky. so i've decided to change my name to star and fall from the sky like poems on a saturday night. and so if my parachute doesn't open and my jumping partner and i plumet to the earth in startling beauty, i'd like you to know that you were my star up until that point, and even after you turn into a blackhole, you'll still be the only star i wanted to fall with.

Don't you Even think about it.

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