Holly

 

O how I miss the dead 

Days I beat the washing machine with a golf club

When will I know who I am 

When I’m certain I will fax you 

Slowly, soon as I fall asleep beneath the burning orb

It’s all all over again again 

What to say to other kids on the bus 

What to do with hands 

It’s terrible 

Best

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Holly

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What if we are just squares someone drew in the dirt with a stick

What if what I don’t need is a beer gun 

As the minutes tock so closely ever 

Am I thinking of you 

Your chunky rabbit 

And your chunky rabbit’s boyfriend 

Talk to me about forcefields 

In a minute I’ll have to leave somewhere 

And we’ll be different people 

Yours

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Holly 4

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On the contrary a lava lamp 

Reminds of growing up 

What we looked for for forever

Really never has been real 

Everything’s a loan 

The questions even further than before

Dark dark. Blue snow 

Where do we go when we die

I hate this town 

Be well

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Holly

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It’s pretty nice 

Gertrude used to say of California

I took the whole machine apart

Stayed up all night 

Throwing things 

Waiting for the answer 

Wednesday then was Monday

Like how does that work 

I haven’t got a thing together

No one understands 

Respectfully