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Journal of the leaky heart
you're still wicked
you're still among heroes
i want to
buy a gun he says
no
she says quickly so
automatic like the
voice
was itself
triggered
dreaming
it all wrong it was
physically
painful the air
the air outside the dream
it
hurt to breathe
can i sleep
w/ you sure
no guns though
no guns
under the
skin no guns
at
4:30 AM every morning mexican
neighbor climbs into his silver van w/ the
string of pom poms across the dash holy
mary mother of god he
goes to
work
a janitor she thinks
or what something someplace
one
has to get ready for a big day
amen
i know a lot of broken hearts
she didn't see that one coming
rather
he and his waking dream
and
his gun need
pushed themselves to the edge
of her settlement
and
set fire to
her instruments
all's well
she could not afford to play them
anyway
she would not hold a grudge
except gingerly
between the
thumb and forefinger
and w/
responded:
an
average dawning
for
an average incomplete life
she knew
everything would be back
like
40 cents
falling
from the sky
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