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did my body offend you
as it bended around you
was it cold
was it old
was it missing a soul
did it ring of a thing
like a church in the spring
in the hills in the south
of france, in your mouth?

and while this could be good
did it give you guilt
for such pure love, for you,
goes unfelt

you're sleeping on the street
sometime
diminutive and self-effacing
you said
"you're just right about everything,
I'm no man
I have no ball
I can't commit to it
at all.
You just gave your heart to a stranger
you just blew the little bit of danger
you just ate the ash
you just made an out and old
cigarette laugh."

Standing upright in the mirror
holding the last of the fat of your thighs
questioning nothing but the ghost of history.

Did my body bolero, was it lasso'd and sparrowed
lune-de-clare, did it slare, where you even there?
did you call in Avante, cuz it's what you want
til Aprés, when we pray, holy fucking man, madre-de-dios, dee-ay.

Oh you're sleeping on the street
sometimes
took the train to berlin
just to be abandoned
in a city where no one stops yu
where you can for a week
cease seeking
uno suerte sihk.

eloquent, staged in a dress plummeting head-long into a fresh collection of oleander baby your first word was maybe.

Did my body offend you as it bended around you
was it cold was it old was it missing a soul
did it ring like a thing a church in the spring
in the hills in the south
in france in your mouth

and while could be good
did it
give you guilt
for such pure love
to you
goes unfelt.

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from undrgrnd americns, released February 1, 2008

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