it is too big for my clothes
a word pulls it from its sleep
some nights the city
cannot contain it
the bright blue
continuously fills with you
and your hair is in the bathtub
where the hawk pauses
near the playground
to clean the blood off
my heart goes to him
every morning you travel
the length and breadth of my heart
and nowhere are you free
often your train is delayed
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