Driving in the center for enough room. Can't follow a straight line, black country roads. the corner of my eyes, forms tumble across the hay fields. What are they? One in the morning. Another night, the same hospital. Sour with discouragement. I do not make the barn but crawl into bed naked against your body. Skin on skin. Is this enough for you?
You do not wake up.
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