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tonight the sky is purple-yellow fire
& I’ve spent the day in bed.
sometimes I want a motel scene
starring coke on the dresser
or a gun in my hand.
I want the fairytale.
once I was drunk in the back of a cab
& a song came on the radio
that made me miss my mother.
I’m not too good at this anymore.
sometimes when a man says
I want to pin you
he means, to the wall
mounted like a prized buck.
we can talk about anything you want,
as long as you’re naked.

well I’m not,
but I could be.