i was flipping quarters
off my elbow
drinking jungle juice
to push me
through the grey hue of the dirty
weather day
there are flowers on my desk
i know who they are from
do you?
breaking news
the basketball stars are sleeping
with the teeny boppers
down by the river
somebody says something about
camping in the backyard
and the windows shake as the cement
trucks speed by
i sat alone on my lunch break
when was the last time anybody
really thought about him?
i can’t sing
but rain has been sitting in the sky
all afternoon
will you think of me little darling
the day i collapse?
girls begin gathering in the bathroom
crying about boys
and i’ve decided i don’t like the word
compound or people pretending to be sad
about the news
catch your flight out of abilene
come home tonight
let’s watch the river turn
purple
let’s talk about the music
our mothers like
let’s live this way forever
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