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Four Fingers
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Poetry for inches for silence
for the machine moon staring me down hidden in trees in muffled screams
with eyes longer than your miles
or my miles
for rain of guilt
finally washing me clean
for words that took days to be written
for poetry that finally writes me
for HIS mind lost in the rising tide of chemical brown pain and blood loss love
endless love always love ceaseless, eternal love
drinking the red ink of his last letter
he taught me how to wait
for the early glow of light that won't let you sleep
when you broke down inside walls of clocks and television static all beating all breathing underneath your pillow
for the pages you burnt and the smoky souls that swallowed your body
for all the times she wouldn't let you die
for veins collapsing
for the whole heart half way home jumping out of subways in winter midnight
for those words written on walls and skin and sand
and you start to feel alive
for remembering autumn
murdering months behind typewriters
for digging holes of hope down long silent halls and leather couches
for hopeless treatment
for girls lost in ashtrays of teeth
for boys locked in basements
for paintings that are alive
for the dream we called life
