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It’s pretty gold out. Across the street 

a couple unpacks a car. When they walk away, 

she is carrying nothing. Horses and dreams 

are where it’s all coming from.

Did you bring your life with you?

This is not a loop, this is not a lie.

Last night I slept elsewhere. 

“Earth, I guess”, is what she said.

I had to pick a card but I did not.

I read them all, declared a winner.

I tried taking a picture of the way I wanted 

but my hands wouldn’t hold.

I drop my heart on the grocery-store scale,  

hear them say, “Lady Libra, coming right up!” 

Everything considered. Texts amended.

Maybe if I see the name I’ll sleep.

Posted 09/04/17
We're all thinking about him, right.
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