crashed into the foreign door
of a person i’ve met
and i don’t know at all
watched your hand
around a mug and counted
times you kept it empty
conceptualized a bed and
the way they fall asleep
white green mountain creek
keep this out of reach
run birds over carry on
wait for rivers to turn red
plaster torn-up signs on pavements
look for me in sounds that slip
out of your mouth onto the cd
you kept in case of emergencies
watch me laugh
and stir your coffee in the wrong direction
whisper rotten words
to express all i know
about giving you the moon
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