I remember my first shadow
Under hum of lamp post
On the asphalt in un-yellow hue
A cul de sac behind the pink sun
And now comes the flood
When the angels watch me alone in my room, they see me diagonal across my bed, sheets in a pile at the foot. The angels watch sunlight hum through my sheer curtains, and my bare tits point down my chest like puffy pizza slices….
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