the
heat
made
me
hot
my
skin
pink
my
throat
dry
I
began
to
sweat
some

I'd
love
to
get
lost
in
your
world
Lou
Ford
but
it'd
be
the
death
of
me

I
get
my
inspiration
from
inspiration
herself
oh
she's
a
lady

she
wrote
today
is
made
of
yesterday
and
that's
an
absolute
son

I
need
attention
that
sometimes
he
can't
give
me
I
hate
that
hole

I
love
peonies
ranunculus
but
I
bet
he
doesn't
know
it

I
was
feeling
high
my
thoughts
were
vague
the
air
chilly
I
sat
smoking

it
was
a
spring
day
that
felt
like
fall
so
I
played
the
Amy
Winehouse

the
sky's
expanding
always
in
my
dreams
I'm
staying
saying
goodbye

I
stood
back
from
the
people
away
from
the
crowd
I
wanted
nothing

when
he
died
he
was
so
cold
because
he'd
been
in
a
refrigerator

he
had
plans
he
had
a
couple
things
to
do
but
before
that
he
died

she
wished
on
birthday
candles
and
shooting
stars
and
dandelion
seeds

tell
me
which
are
you
the
moon
when
it's
waxing
or
the
moon
when
it's
waning

the
rose
comes
every
spring
it
follows
me
through
autumm
winter
it
sleeps

the 

roses 

stood 

tall 

and 

soft 

against 

what 

some 

would 

call 

a 

leaden 

sky 

I
imagined
the
sun
behind
him
cutoffs
no
shirt
on
a
lawn
chair

now
that
I've
seen
the
bush
tit's
nest
I
see
the
tree
sway
in
a
different
way

the
tall
woman
had
orange
hair
not
red
long
straight
very
very
orange
hair

losing
faith
is
slow
and
painful
she
said
it
was
true
because
I
knew

I'd
waited
for
him
to
speak
to
me
when
he
did
I'd
nothing
to
say

I
cry
when
I
hear
Oh
Darling
and
then
I
want
to
make
love
to
him

the
cat
likes
to
stare
out
the
window
we're
quite
similar
in
that
way

I
wouldn't
say
it
was
haunting
the
ghost
just
likes
to
take
her
tea
at
one

I
was
a
good
housewife
today
my
dear
she
told
him
over
the
phone

when
he's
gone
I
wear
his
shirts
but
I
don't
sleep
on
his
side
of
the
bed

she'd
run
wildly
into
the
forest
while
he
stopped
to
look
for
a
trail

I
said
look
at
the
moon!
he
didn't
I
said
look
at
the
MOON!!
he
said
oh

I
snuggled
up
pillows
behind
me
blanket
on
top
book
in
my
hand

he
swore
he
didn't
have
a
gun
but
indeed
in
fact
he
did
have
one

maybe
he
hadn't
seen
me
or
maybe
he'd
just
averted
his
eyes

I
want
to
read
my
book
Life
Among
the
Savages
but
I'm
living
it

I
was
half
asleep
when
he
kissed
me
with
his
mustache
I
woke
in
dreams

I
hadn't
any
pencil
or
pen
so
I
wrote
the
poem
in
crayon

it's
always
just
before
dusk
when
I
ache
the
most
the
land
hot
and
bright

oh
dearest
in
heaven
the
way
he
touched
me
his
flat
palms
on
my
breasts

she
slept
on
my
chest
and
I
thought
as
I
smelled
her
hair
I'll
forget
this

once
upon
a
time
there
was
a
mother
and
her
two
young
daughters

we
kept
time
with
the
train
not
a
race
like
old
friends
on
a
journey

the
bell
rang
all
at
once
the
tossed
ball
was
left
the
playground
was
sullen

she
carefully
copied
the
chinese
characters
she
was
a
good
student

there
was
something
working
against
her
powers
something
weighing
her
down

I
love
the
way
the
road
looks
after
the
rains
when
the
hot
sun
comes
out

I
dreamt
of
homes
I'd
never
lived
in
rooms
I
couldn't
get
out
of

I
used
to
sneak
out
my
bedroom
window
and
walk
around
town
all
night

it's
like
that
lonely
scene
in
that
movie
I
love
I
felt
like
leaving

I
want
to
lay
on
his
chest
my
head
and
hear
his
heart
and
smell
his
skin

riding
on
the
diamond
waves
little
darlin'
one
warm
wind
caress
her

-dreamboat annie

my
daughter
stopped
and
said
the
sky's
always
blue
except
for
when
it's
not

the
girl
sighed
a
disgusted
sigh
and
I
thought
I
used
to
feel
like
that
too

I
look
just
exactly
the
way
I
felt
when
I
was
fourteen
years
old

one
of
my
favorite
activities
is
watching
him
trim
his
whiskers

she
was
slippery
that
ol'
black
eyes
she
was
there
and
then
she
was
not

fred
neil
sang
to
us
I
saw
the
desert
the
wine
stars
touching
your
neck

I
just
had
the
most
worst
dream
I
woke
up
thanking
god
I
still
had
you

ol'
black
eyes
moved
slowly
there
was
no
rush
she'd
wait
all
day
for
a
kill

we
talked
about
art
poetry
god
while
I
imagined
riding
his
cock

if
you
want
to
find
god
I
said
listen
to
the
river
roll
by

there
was
a
house
I
lived
in
when
I
was
fifteen
I
keep
thinking
of

I'm
sick
and
feeling
all
the
feelings
I
feel
sentimental
and
scared

will
you
kiss
me
the
way
you
did
the
first
time
you
had
the
bluest
eyes

I
love
him
in
that
striped
t-shirt
he
bought
in
spain
it
reminds
me
of
him

i
just
dreamt
danny
trejo
was
in
my
kitchen
making
eggs
for
me

i'm
sure
of
you
i'm
sure
of
our
home
i'm
certain
of
my
heart
my
love

my
daughter
writes
poems
and
they
all
begin
with
roses
are
red

our
street
which
is
never
quiet
was
quiet
tonight
very
quiet

for
a
time
i
used
only
candles
for
light
drank
cheap
wine
in
my
dark

my
mother
said
after
the
county
fair
she'd
claw
that
woman's
eyes
out

the
spider
crawled
across
the
ceiling
finding
a
new
home
as
we
watched

the

crocus 

and 

bloodroot 

were
blooming 

i 

wore 

a 

worn 

out 

harley 

t-shirt 

i
ached
that
so
tender
kiss
he
gave
me
under
the
street
lamp
moon
light

they
were
all
taking
epic
stills
of
the
sky
but
i
kept
mine
in
my
heart

forever
seemed
warm
and
bright
and
long
but
the
days
were
dark
and
all
alone

he
has
the
face
of
a
goddamned
angel
you'd
trust
him
to
rip
your
heart
out

i
sat
reading
and
my
child
put
her
small
hand
around
my
fore
finger

darling
go
pick
the
dandelions
swing
on
the
swing
let
the
air
feel
you

she's
not
your
gypsy
she
belongs
to
the
land
the
air
the
trees
she's
not
here

my
daughter
asked
why
and
i
said
i
don't
make
the
rules
i
just
break
them

if
it
troubles
us
it
must
be
that
we
find
the
trouble
in
ourselves

-east of eden

granny
calls
me
baby
and
sugar
and
sweetie
and
i
rather
like
it

i
remember
the
way
the
dust
smelled
how
the
hillside
called
me
to
it

the
ides
of
march
blew
the
winds
in
like
a
lion
with
the
rains
the
lamb
waits

twilight
comes
and
i
feel
nostalgic
my
stomach
harbors
butterflies

it's
so
quiet
and
still
we
could
hear
the
horns
honking
the
crows
cawing

he
didn't
discover
the
world
and
its
people
he
created
them

- east of eden

it
seemed
as
if
the
montucky
cold
snack
was
made
just
for
him
my
king

i
needed
a
hero
'cause
being
a
heroine
no
one
else
quite
compared

i
would
say
he's
my
one
true
love
the
man
i've
loved
more
than
all
the
rest

it
was
a
sad
old
story
of
awkward
impulses
and
misunderstood
looks

the
room
was
dark
and
very
cold
i
couldn't
squeeze
his
hand
hard
enough

she
pushed
the
ashes
off
the
joint
with
a
blade
of
grass
the
sun
browned
her
skin

babes
i
don't
know
what
to
say
i
said
he
said
just
say
you
love
me

i
waited
by
the
window
i
watched
all
the
people
hoping
they'd
be
him

she's
very
very
if
you
know
what
i
mean
like
the
wild
winds
a
constant
rain

i
let
the
led
zeppelin
play
the
air
was
so
fresh
i
took
the
long
way

his
laugh
is
infectious
he
looked
quite
good
it
was
so
nice
to
see
him

the
old
man
walked
his
dog
the
old
woman
stroked
her
cat
serious
times

the
sun
shone
on
their
face
the
wind
blew
through
their
hair
they
felt
like
blades
of
grass

dandelion
tiny
harbinger
of
spring
i
adore
you
i
do

i
don't
mind
the
ghosts
i
told
him
i
welcome
them
like
i
would
my
friends