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This is Weird, Isn't it?


in lieu of love

she gave me tea leaves

spread wet across her thighs

she said rain bores her senseless

and I said senselessness reminds me of rain

of collateral damage

dead birds and parking lot trash

sadness in sculpted laughter at the end of a dark hall

in lieu of urgency she gave me rain checks

palygrounds lit up by a bad moon

North Dakota bundled into air steaming from her mouth

she never once said life is sad

she doesn't state the obvious

she makes me work for beauty

forces my hand onto the table

she's working knives like it's all in the wrist

hit or miss

you are weird and wonderful

she doesn't say this, but when the blade lands and misses

I know it's what she really means.