buttons, jammed
your telephone is
that where you've gone?
Mending and un-mending,
finally, I clip the seams.
I find myself somewere else
the machine reads:
Game Over, and then
puts another coin in
one hand on my--
We've stopped discovering eachother!
I want to scream,
but the reciever melts like cream cheese.
Come home to find
the cat is sleeping on your jeans;
the headline reads:
Saddest Movie Ever.
My mother made her
scrub the tiles white, teeth white,
hands and knees.
Not everything is worth sharing
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