I kept too careful track of the time, I think,
Or where I was supposed to be
I let the water seep out onto the floor
I filled the days
with dull and nondescript
off-white placeholders
I was rushing from place to place
looking like I must be headed to
some silly skyscraper
or maybe a cramped venue
or lunch with
Patrick S.
I'm sorry you died
I didn't know much else to tell you
But maybe you can show me your moves
sometime
in my sleep, where,
I'm still kind enough to cut off
all of my hair
or my lungs and kidneys,
throw them to children,
while i wear your smile
like it's a parade
(I'd reach for the liver too
but then I'd stop
realizing sheepishly, of course,
it's not much use
these days.)
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