Breaking Squirrels
she's dribbled over into today's caffeine laughing
like a clock no mercy for the picnic
she is my hangover sounding with blood
in the seasick mind of a fallen shell
she is steel aftertaste and still out there
in the shadow of a distortion sparrow
she is my disease waking in an eggshell cliff
no remorse in the depth of her lucid hair
she is speaking razorblades to a tender wrist
(the wrist listens even to silence)
she's the greater part of pain
an innocent massacre on legs electric
she is the music of fury breaking squirrels
under the cold light of her smile
she is an inflatable disaster of synthetic ex-boyfriends
at the wheel of emotion in the blanket of man
she is gone and won't
leave me
alone
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