October 2008
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i know
that we are all in the gutter, some choose to look upon the stars at times, but what do you say of the nights when we lay face down, tell me.
let me sink like a dead man, the water fills my nostrils, the sage has molded and shrinks in the corner, the sweetgrass has failed me, the poke darkens all around me.
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still
here, just barely. i almost don’t dream sometimes. i try to turn away. i come back. i turn away i come back. you. you are still here too, why not go away? why do you stay? they took my bourbon away at customs. your silver bracelet is a shackle around me, i couldn’t take it off for them, unstable, i somehow enjoyed this.