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from SORROW ARROW
People are driving long distances to have sex with each other
In the valleys
Hills burping their purple nipples
Always the birds
People are dangling in aestival light
Emerging, kissing
We’re sitting in the road
Our fears fountaining
Pompadours of mud
There’s the backseat where we held each other
Unexpected, love
People are stopping at train tracks with their hands on the wheel
Our tiny childhoods
Kissing harder
Mucus and dirt
Mirrors of mud melting
We slip
We are closer to the mountain than we thought
Posted 04/27/11
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