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