There are clocks
everywhere
and they tick in my house
on my oven
in my brain
and they tell me that
all I’m doing is getting old
hoping that things will
emerge
and ascend from this mess
and this rain
and
everything will be new again.
He asked me once if I thought I was in a movie
because I sat on the pavement
in the middle of the night
outside the big houses
and because I do things like
walk into the rain to scream
and I laughed but I should have said
no
that’s the problem
I don’t.
My favorite one of yours so far
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thank you!
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…but you ought to be in one…a movie I mean ..a movie whose script YOU WRITE…exquisite thoughts!!
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❤️❤️ loved it.
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