isn't this what you were looking for?


my love is sometimes wracked by guilt
and fits of handsomeness.

last night I dreamed there was a fire escape
out my window
and a pretty girl let me follow her down.

today I think about writing my own crossword
and decide that I am going to call up jennifer connelly
and she is going to ask me out on a date.

my love shoots me a look
like the way cold smells
like the way a lighthouse looks
to a sailor
intent on synchronized shipwrecks.

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