Moved back home

God, stupid parents
How’s work? Boyfriend? Pretend to
care but want me gone.

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Argument

Afterwards, tissue
paper frail, we try hard not
to tear each other.

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Looking back

Where does time go? Clock
hands a band-aid over the
wounds of past regrets.

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David Bowie

The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.

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House near Woodstock

A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.

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Junker

Like a dorm room on
four wheels, it’s a place to get
drunk stoned laid changed sleep.

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Over the holidays

Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…

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