I made my bed this morning
And pulled the cord out of the wall
Because you never came on

To me

I finally opened the front door
To let the dew drop palm trees
Blow their way in

And I still have the flowers I picked
That day when we went to the bay
Those few years ago
When I was still blonde
I’m only half way back
To where I used to be

No ones going to be home until three
So I’m getting an early start
On my solitude
I don’t believe I’m going to do
A damn thing today
Lay on my velvet midnight ocean
And let myself be washed up
To a shore of purple pillows
And wonder if you’re dreaming of me
At all

...

I’m moved to look outside
Every time I hear a car
That’s how lonely this street is
Even in this placid morning
Sun cracks on my dirty
Sand stone carpet

Leftover alcohol and rice crispy treats
Struggle to nourish my hungry fingers

I called my mom
To tell her I loved her
And condemn her for not coming home earlier
She told me it was too early
To be drinking

I have to shave my legs
And wash the sand out of my hair
But I really don’t think
I’m going to a damn thing today
Except listen to birds and sad music
And ponder all the possibilities

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