he

twin bread dough hands
need kneading
course salt shimmers as he
picks me up

the tissue boxes empty
used wrapping paper hearts
crumple fairy wings except he
ripped it apart

you oughta know
he hits like an avalanche
you oughta know
he hits like an avalanche

he lifted me up
but he won't put me down
clouds swim away
but you know they'll drown

you oughta know
he hits like an avalanche
you oughta know
he hits like an avalanche

he shuffles me like a deck
of cards on poker day
but the wording's all that matters
THERE ARE NO POETS ANYWAY



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