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

she
said
the
land
eats
my
heart
alive
i
feel
those
high
plains
in
my
skin

she 

sang 

angel 

of 

the 

morning 

as 

passionately 

as 

Juice 

might've  

her
legs
were
tired
her
back
was
sore
she'd
been
holding
the
baby
too
long

that
scene
in
sideways
where
he
drinks
wine
at
a
burger
joint
so
romantic

you
and
i
should've
been
king
and
queen
of
a
high
land
and
a
low
sea

i
said
have
a
fun
day
daughter
and
she
said
you
too
mom
have
a
fun
day

we
don't
kiss
like
lovers
anymore
we
kiss
like
robots
with
big
hearts

you
can't
get
me
down
the
sun's
shinin'
the
birds
are
singin'
i'm
livin'

i'd
known
her
for
twenty
years
when
she
left
i
didn't
know
her
anymore

the
ronettes
played
and
they
sounded
so
passionate
he
grasped
my
hand
then

the
weather
worn
man
selling
street
roots
today
with
his
quiet
loud
eyes

and
just
when
i
thought
you
couldn't
hate
me
any
more
you
loved
me

we
said
our
kids
were
growing
too
fast
we
couldn't
wait
for
them
to
grow
up

to
pass
the
idle
time
i
think
of
my
husband
with
his
legs
crossed

i
dreamt
my
love
made
you
a
puppy
in
my
hands
it
was
just
a
dream

the
grimoire
was
a
story
of
her
life
she'd
learned
her
spells
the
hard
way

i
asked
him
to
come
back
in
the
room
just
so
i
could
admire
his
body

he
deglazed
the
pan
with
red
wine
and
i
wished
i
could
marry
him
again

i
read
Thérèse
Raquin
by
the
fire
it
seemed
right
with
that
winter
night

the
sharp
sting
of
winter
sun
made
my
heart
long
and
my
eyes
bright
with
tears

we
swelled
at
the
slow
lusty
sounds
of
sweet
emotion
and
tnt

give
me
a
ticket
for
an
aero
plane
ain't
got
time
to
take
a
fast
train

-the box tops

the
moss
has
grown
'round
my
ankles
the
trees
have
their
branches
about
me

i
feel
sublime
and
beat
down
all
at
once
the
blue
grey
skies
know
me
well

she
was
reading
the
ethical
slut
she
hadn't
been
honest
with
him

the
flowers
tell
me
that
spring
is
coming
but
i'm
highly
skeptical

i
miss
your
tattoos
i'm
wearing
your
t-shirt
i
feel
you
in
my
nipples

you
were
always
on
my
mind
was
on
my
mind
and
i'd
tears
in
my
eyes

karaoke
filled
the
room
her
cheeks
were
flush
and
warm
with
lust
the
moon
waxed

they
call
her
ol'
black
eyes
and
that's
all
I'm
gonna
say
'bout
that
right
now

she
wrote
him
a
letter
that
said
she
couldn't
live
without
him
no
more

say
good
bye
and
hang
up
love
before
i
say
something
mean
and
resent
you

you
can't
be
here
so
I'll
let
the
wind
whisper
the
sweet
nothings
tonight

i
imagined
a
cave
of
diamonds
silver
gold
shining
through
the
walls

oh
baby
baby
it's
a
wild
world
I'm
glad
I
have
you
to
hold
me

i
just
keep
going
back
to
that
high
desert
the
tumbleweeds
the
blue
moons

remember
Marfa
hon'
that
pasta
was
not
worth
ninety
dollars

the
chemex
had
been
washed
and
left
to
dry
reminding
me
he
had
gone

i
miss
the
tumbleweeds
of
my
youth
these
doug
firs
just
don't
do
it
for
me

i
was
awake
in
the
bedroom
hoping
he
would
come
in
but
he
didn't

my
hair
was
long
my
skin
was
brown
i
grew
tumbleweeds
summer
'86

i
signed
for
the
first
time
a
copy
of
my
book
i
felt
rather
pleased

hush
those
eyes
cat
i
don't
need
your
judgment
i
got
enough
troubles

I
read
my
favorite
poem
over
and
over
until
I
hated
it

I
regret
that
lie
that
I
told
when
I
said
that
I
was
lying

he
looked
at
her
and
the
other
guy
looked
at
him
the
girl
looked
at
neither

their
names
are
Rita
Mabel
and
Jackie
and
soon
they
will
run
the
world

candy
she
said
was
what
she
wanted
and
that
would
make
her
world
brighter

I
had
put
the
past
where
I
thought
it
belonged
but
ghosts
can
transcend
time

I
felt
like
Tess
D'Uberville
when
my
sordid
past
came
back
to
haunt
me

they
probably
have
bad
schools
on
Mars
and
can
you
imagine
the
housing
prices

remind
me
when
I'm
down
that
I
really
have
a
beautiful
fucking
life

I
want
to
fall
into
dreams
with
you
under
the
covers
it's
winter

we
were
born
in
winter
we
married
in
winter
it
is
winter
now

I
want
you
to
have
your
way
with
me
like
you're
not
supposed
to
have
me

get
thee
behind
me
Satan
I
want
to
resist
but
the
moon
is
low

-Ella Fitzgerald

aren't
you
a
handsome
man
I've
heard
that
before
but
it's
never
made
me
blush

she
came
in
all
glitter
and
gold
wearing
costume
jewelry
like
a
queen

the
rose
is
my
daughter
Rita
the
apple
is
my
daughter
Maggie

it's
the
desert
and
how
my
body
feels
dead
being
away
from
it

he
said
it
was
his
worst
nightmare
and
I
said
it
was
my
dream
come
true

the
city
ghosts
I
feel
in
the
walls
the
country
ghosts
I
feel
in
the
trees

she
looked
so
pretty
in
the
dark
bar
but
I
didn't
take
her
picture

it
was
another
cold
grey
winter
day
and
I
got
some
reading
done

there's
a
ghost
in
my
house
that
uses
the
oven
around
1
o'clock

I
could
hear
her
slurping
her
beans
while
I
meditated
in
the
next
room

he
visits
me
as
a
hummingbird
I
think
of
him
when
I
water
the
plants

I
keep
thinking
of
a
book
I
read
when
I
was
twelve
I
can't
remember

I
have
an
envelope
I
keep
letters
from
my
daughters
and
husband

he
crosses
his
legs
in
his
sleep
he
rubs
his
feet
together
when
he's
tired

he
kept
his
weed
at
the
bottom
of
a
cereal
box
we
were
fifteen

I
want
to
be
inside
him
wrapped
up
in
his
limbs
his
body
my
skin

I'm
going
to
be
a
gift
giver
like
my
mother
in
law
the
best

it's
so
funny
we
can
be
so
deeply
in
love
and
not
know
we're
in
love

she
said
my
name
is
granny
she
wanted
the
people
to
call
her
granny

the
old
woman's
lips
pouted
sweetly
she
kept
the
expressions
of
her
youth

I
read
of
the
girl
being
hung
for
crimes
that
weren't
even
really
crimes

he
thought
I
was
reading
but
I
wasn't
I
was
just
staring
at
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