I
was
told
2019’s
for
letting
go
here’s
looking
at
you
kid

I’d
kiss
the
bottom
of
your
mustache
and
the
top
of
your
upper
lip

after
all
the
snow
melts
the
grass
is
a
green
like
I’ve
never
seen

take
a
picture
of
me
like
a
venus
where
I
look
good
not
like
I
am

the
snow’s
outside
lurking
see
but
I
can
wait
him
out
spring’s
got
my
back

from
where
I
sit
on
the
dark
side
of
the
moon
his
patience
is
boundless

he
keeps
me
around
his
old
lady
because
I
sew
on
his
buttons

the
new
moon’s
my
spirit
animal
this
jimi
hendrix
is
too
cool

the
sky
threatened
snow
gave
us
a
taste
left
us
cold
last
kiss
of
winter

sundays
are
for
lying
in
bed
reading
poems
this
is
new
for
me

you
can’t
tell
me
water
is
not
alive
that
the
sky
is
not
alive

or
that
that
gorgeous
moon
up
there
is
not
alive
you
can’t
tell
me
that

she
was
the
presence
of
absence
or
at
least
she
tried
so
hard
to
be

he
talked
to
me
while
I
was
reading
not
when
I
put
my
book
away

who
am
I
kidding
I
love
a
good
spooky
story
right
before
bed

pines
crawling
upward
through
that
cold
blanket
fog
keeping
us
warm
at
night

you’re
the
best
friend
that
I
ever
had
I’ve
been
with
you
such
a
long
time

- queen

I’ll
not
be
lonely
I
have
this
old
blanket
and
the
ghost
of
first
loves

here’s
your
homework
turn
queen
up
real
loud
and
dust
the
shit
outta
your
house

she
disco
naps
in
her
leather
jacket
wakes
just
in
time
for
twilight

my
salty
dog
I
hear
your
keyboard
click
clacking
when
you’re
not
at
home

there
was
west
of
the
moon
in
a
poor
cottage
a
sleepy
drink
waiting

and
then
it
happened
that
on
this
day
we
were
married
for
thirteen
years

we’ll
write
the
world
sing
the
rivers
collecting
pinecones
or
memories

he
was
talking
about
computer
code
I
was
thinking
about
trees

sometimes
it’s
a
container
in
the
sky
tonight
my
bed’s
a
boat
at
sea

sing
me
to
sleep
baby
with
your
empty
orchestra
sing
me
to
sleep

I
was
so
afraid
to
enter
a
restaurant
alone
that
hasn’t
changed

he
said
he’d
fallen
in
love
with
ruby
I
knew
he
was
a
robot

I
want
you
to
kiss
me
the
way
you
kissed
me
the
first
time
you
kissed
me

january
pretending
to
be
spring
some
hot
tears
on
a
warm
day

the
ghosts
fly
their
asses
off
tonight
I’m
just
driving
until
it
dies

- pj harvey

I
burned
a
green
candle
for
him
so
as
to
assist
him
in
slaying

I
want
to
drill
a
big
hole
through
the
mountain
but
I
have
to
climb
it

we’ll
wear
sunglasses
drink
wine
spritzers
or
something
equally
bourgeois

I
couldn’t
stop
looking
at
her
hands
I
knew
that’s
where
her
kindness
was

baby
the
dreams
I
curate
those
do
come
true
colored
in
blues
and
you

she
loved
like
a
werewolf
feeds
under
a
full
moon
restraint
was
painful

it’s
that
you’re
a
mystery
to
me
brand
new
every
time
I
love
you

me
the
canary
staring
in
confusion
at
the
open
cage
door

he
sleeps
next
to
me
every
night
I
dream
about
another
man’s
hands

I
dreamt
my
husband
was
not
my
husband
but
another
man
in
his
skin

I
saw
a
bald
eagle
and
didn’t
tell
anyone
else
about
it

she’s
got
lamps
all
over
the
house
but
not
a
one
of
them
works
not
one

he
said
I
wonder
what
that
person’s
story
is
pointing
at
the
house

see
yourself
you
are
the
steps
you
take
you
and
you
and
that’s
the
only
way

- yes

he
handed
me
a
pavement
cassette
tape
through
my
boyfriend’s
car
window

I
wanted
lightning
and
thunder
my
body
back
a
big
feather
bed

I
love
it
when
you
talk
in
your
sleep
baby
that
hot
computer
code

she
tells
her
lies
white
and
otherwise
I
slept
like
an
angel
last
night

she
wants
him
badly
loves
him
madly
oh
she
loves
his
ways
loves
his
face

when
I
die
set
me
on
fire
send
me
down
the
river
irish
goodbye

winter
solstice
moon
make
me
shudder
and
sing
new
year
take
me
with
you

he
drove
by
slow
his
window
down
and
said
girl
those
shoes
are
fantastic

the
red
candle
on
the
shelf’s
for
when
we
make
love
it
waits
patiently

I
told
him
he
was
handsome
I
asked
him
how
he
did
it
his
eyes
smiled

birthed
ten
years
ago
and
now
she’s
a
person
in
my
life
forever

why
ghosts
he
asks
me
‘cause
they’re
all
around
me
always
with
me
I
say

and
sometimes
I
pretend
my
car’s
a
horse
drawn
carriage
kiss
me
footman

I’ve
never
lived
anywhere
I
wasn’t
within
earshot
of
a
train

just
let
me
write
waxing
crescent
moon
I’ve
been
thinking
about
for
days

I
can
still
feel
it
awkward
front
seat
car
hug
with
the
seatbelt
still
on

there’s
a
dead
beetle
in
the
windowsill
reminiscent
of
summer

I
played
my
drum
for
him
I
played
my
best
for
him
then
he
smiled
at
me

- the little drummer boy

because
she
tells
me
things
like
the
new
moon
is
in
sagittarius

I
had
a
dream
last
night
that
you
bought
me
my
favorite
cd

a
girl
can
do
what
she
wants
to
do
and
that’s
what
I’m
gonna
do

- joan jett

I’ve
misplaced
my
cool
I
can’t
seem
to
find
it
brother
my
cool
is
gone

your
mouth
my
mouth
our
mouths
our
mouths
please
mouths
please
and
please
and
please
repeat

the
sound
of
the
vinyl
record
spinning
after
the
music
has
stopped

I
feel
older
than
I
was
when
this
song
began
heart
of
jester’s
gold

she
loved
the
werewolf
of
the
cherries
he
was
her
only
friend
he
was

the
leather
jacket
on
a
hot
babe
in
a
dive
bar
the
fog’s
so
cool

I
thought
I
was
humdrum
but
there
were
applause
and
the
wiping
of
tears

raindrops
keep
falling
on
my
head
to
the
time
of
my
windshield
wipers

I
drank
a
small
sherry
we’re
never
suspicious
in
the
summer
months

we’d
get
behind
his
car
and
push
while
he’d
throw
it
into
second
gear

some
of
the
clouds
were
moving
some
of
them
not
the
sun
shone
between
them

a
perfect
steam
arose
from
my
tea
I
felt
my
seat
at
the
table

white
sun
white
moon
fighting
over
my
love
like
two
siblings
rivaling

the
moon
sun
was
white
fog
today
bright
white
fog
that
I
can’t
get
over

she
married
a
werewolf
in
a
cherry
orchard
then
a
shark
ate
her

I
forgot
to
poem
and
it’s
the
feels
like
I
forgot
your
birthday

tireless
radiant
human
creating
energy
fields
with
her
hands

I
put
fresh
lavender
under
your
pillow
but
you
couldn’t
smell
it

one
might’ve
thought
we
were
discussing
a
soap
opera
but
‘twas
my
childhood

a
compass
alights
the
leaf
spins
another
web
a
peacock
is
born

blue
for
healing
the
psychic
mind
I
hope
to
see
the
coyote
again

leaves
hot
jazz
grand
symphony
moving
to
the
tune
of
the
leaf
blower

burned
some
black
candles
washed
that
negativity
right
out
of
my
hair

the
dew
woke
me
I
sat
up
with
her
silence
her
dark
oh
lonesome
me