candle-shake
candle-lick
candle-memory I married
your shadow as it shrank away
between my fingers
driving home
i go out the window
smelling the trees
and your shadow got split up
by the trees
you put a story
in this room
you pulled a ribbon
through my eye-holes
above all the stereo
is for listening
at the beach
a flag flapped in the dark
the beach shaped
like an eyelash
a boat covered with
blue plastic
cold city
the loneliness of it all
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