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from SORROW ARROW
You’re immature
You go downtown
You exist on the top layer, stretching outward
Kombucha tea was taken off the market
Your mom walks the lake in the driving rain
Perhaps there’s more
The sky is so demanding
In line at the grocery store benevolence descends
Man with thrice-washed spinach
You could be him
Now
With the coffin of love off you
You punch a hole in the subterranean
You go home
The neighbors’ baby is out of town
They’re fucking on the floor near the fireplace
It’s spring
Called to the window, you sit by the window
Your skin suddenly moist
You put a baby inside her
Everyone’s tethered
To the supermoon
You go downtown
You exist on the top layer, stretching outward
Kombucha tea was taken off the market
Your mom walks the lake in the driving rain
Perhaps there’s more
The sky is so demanding
In line at the grocery store benevolence descends
Man with thrice-washed spinach
You could be him
Now
With the coffin of love off you
You punch a hole in the subterranean
You go home
The neighbors’ baby is out of town
They’re fucking on the floor near the fireplace
It’s spring
Called to the window, you sit by the window
Your skin suddenly moist
You put a baby inside her
Everyone’s tethered
To the supermoon
Posted 03/20/11
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Lovely. Emily, I think this poem is first cousins with the song "Downtown" by Destroyer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkB5Ba8SWxU
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03/30/11 10:27am
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