On the eyelashes
And tip of the nose
The most annoying points
All I can do is rub
The rash of salt and heat
Over my frame
I won't waste away
Just look at me
There is no forgiveness
In the violent, blazen spread
Of summer
Only when it turns cold
And we need each other
For warmth
Do we make amends
Keep selling yourself to me
And don't stop
Telling me
The good days are behind
And before us
Just not today
The merriment made
In the swift drink
In the shrill cry
Who will understand what's left?
Just bones, dust, and fabric
No skin to feel
No heart to follow
No ears to understand
No eyes to take in
Good days are ahead
Good days are a promise
A cancer, a blind dance
In a sunken valley
Maybe I will waste away
How good I will look
When the days catch up
To me
Goodness has a wrath
And I bear it now
In the burn
Of a lost August.
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