I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,
I think it's because that's what you were.
You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone
we're
two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall
don't talk, speak, breathe when the other is near
hidden away in our little spheres
You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone
and I think that's better for us
because I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,
I never want to be a child again.
I'm six on the living room floor -
the pink album the pink album I chant -
dad puts the Supremes on the record player, the jacket handed to me -
pink, with three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -
the Midwest is a snake eating its own tail.
get out get out get out is the head, beating in time with the heartbeat of every new baby born in these states,
it's hard to remember when/
when the throat begins to scratch at the mouth, begging to be let free
when the stomach begins its churning waves like an upset ocean god
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A lovely piece
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