With lightning and sulfuric acid from face falling. Shocking.
I took your picture. You took my right hand off of my arm,
Alarming. There is a road in Wyoming and another road somewhere
In Heaven or so it has been recorded. You always used to say you
Wanted to live in a brick house because I assume the pig who built
A brick house turns out to be your favorite. When I look out toward
The billboards on which your strongest feelings are recorded I’m
Impressed with how little I’ve noticed. We are, what, 98% secret,
And the rest, mostly invisible. I missed you. By which I mean
I didn’t get you, you whizzed right by me, you far-flung master of
Whispering bumblebees. I want a submersible in order to find
A few of your tentacles. Bioluminescence is all I have to give you.
See how snow ultimately holds twilight ever so sweetly, you big bully.
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