The feeling like butterflies
darting close, then apart
Syrup comfort of my
cat-friend, sick-twin
Just another
car sick love kick
In the light of day we’re
high on plastic herbs
No clothes,
heater-hot
Tired out from the
jealousy drain
I’ll pour it down the painter’s sink,
ignore the garbage, money, pleas
Don’t wanna be another one
like that.
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