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over your head
here, beside the bar
your girlfriend likes to get drunk and
smoke cigarettes out behind the
night feels like a closed fist. maybe you too
will close your fists maybe
you have seen the stars set
out to play beneath the night and
stirred some deep instruction in your soul
or heart or whatever whispy organ
could stir you from the apartment to the streets
seeking, among the whipped neon and the dry windowsills
hung above the street, mermaids
but I am going to go in
and I am going to smoke
and fill my belly
with a thousand somethings
that I do not understand.