you were so glad
and the buildings were so tall
only one smoke stack was on
singing mud
singing mud on her white dress

we were alone
and the furniture was all
wooden and old
i smelled like musty timbers
i still smell like that

we weren't in the
encyclopaedia then
but we always lent
umbrellas to our friends
i like the sound
umbrellas make being opened
i feel a smoke stack
sucking me in

i wasn't home
so i must have missed your call
or maybe i'd thrown the phone
into the yard
into the yard breathing its last breath

your face looked old
you kissed yourself wrinkles and all
there were smudges on your lips
almost like
you'd been kissing charcoal

we weren't in this
business yet then
but we always gave
umbrellas to our friends
i like the smell
umbrellas give when they're opened
i feel a smoke stack
sucking me in

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