Sunflower, lean into my arms. The quarter slipped inside the only payphone, the town preferred it’s distance from your home. Your splendid voice was gold against the static. My heart it crept its way into my mouth. You said, “My doll, you leave your weight upon me - each tired day the suitcase it does call. You’re not alone, alive you sing inside me. Ends reached the notes an angel breathes in song.” … I hung the phone, left tears over the ground there. Some sort of truth was coming down that day. I struck a match and set it to my clothing. Old rags were burned, they’d soaked in gasoline. I vomit words that’d struck some arteries. They laid in pile, the birds they came to feed. I wiped my mouth and I stood within a heaven. Naked I come, we’ll write off misery.
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