8.1.11

Don't be sorry for your shit family


i know i need nothing i want
and that i know much less than i need to
the carpet is: brown and garish
the palace floor, a bed of reeds
caught you stepping on my shoes
and looking at my chewed up finger-ends

can i take your coat for you?
and your seat,
your car
and your hat?
of course, take them all

caught the smell of a girl
the smell of soap and underwater
i was lost in a blue seat
on the train

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