The Teenagers Fucked My American Cunt

Clouds By Contrails
We Were American Kids
Moving Off The Bonnet,
We Let The Sun Skin Us
Layer By Layer

Colored Like Candles
Our Bones Drove Us Home
Falling Between Seats,
Excavators Find Us Ditched
Laid Like Lips

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Soil Sun #2

It's Still Under Nails
The Neighbours Got No Gifts That Year Either

A Dialtone, Father's Voice
I Turn Six, Their Stephen's Day Nineteen-Forty-Two

I Feel My Eyes Unpried,
"Fuck The Candles She Knows How Old She Is"

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Soil Sun #1

When The Time Comes
Let The Rest Of Me Drown In Unnamed Waters

No Cupping Of Hands
Or I'll Think Of You As One Of The Young Nurses

Can You Just Reach
Out, Saying The Snow Is Not Quite Falling Yet?

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Queen-sized Willow Bed

Wait
The Roof Is Folding Itself
Insideout

And Mixing
Our Out Of Date Body Fluids To
Concrete

She's Mostly Paste
From Turning Too Many Times In Her
Sleep

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Bastards

I Forgot How To Human
After Hearing Some Shit Themselves
My Half Is Halfed Again

Bursting With Blood
Waiting For It To Trickle Her Toes
And Stain Sheets

Jack, An Over-slid Drink
That Is Caught Just Before The Floor
Either Way I Am Shit-faced

Why Is He Still Crying
Why Are We In My Parents Bed
And Who's Is The Blood?

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