won't shut up
he keeps singing
about you
and my flip-flops
i wore down fifth avenue
i don't have any poses
just a rabbit crouch
before death
laughing mirrors
and the mezcal worm
swimming towards me
kiss me somewhere soon
or i will become that zombie
with the rufus manners in a library
the opera people run from
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