Imagine steel guitar written about springtime
Fury of belonging, like my short body crouched
On top of yours chest to chest hugging on a bed
Slowly monkey from inside my sleepy safe
Is ready to replicate what the most alive version
Of us got up to three years back
I send two texts that each say are you around tonight
One to my beloved ghostly phantom ex ahh!
One to a stranger whose way of admiring me ahh!
I crane my neck towards the fretting night clouds
Where I’ve shot the arrow wildly towards many targets
Come into the bathroom with me and watch what
Happens if we are pretty ladies
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