Margy Crumb

the sidewalk at 2am, wet with stale rain

and a green, eerie streetlight
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lace feels bad / on my fingertips
denim feels bad / on my nails
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a voice like motor oil,
onyx with a pretty rainbow film.
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stretch them until they don’t make sense,
and cry for anyone
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my skin has been closed for so long
it creaks when it opens
and the stairs up my spine just aren't ready
to be pressed on
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because
i'll have to be high for that
i'll have to be high for that
i'll have to be high for that
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we're friends in the morning
but at night we don't know each other.
i'm sound asleep,
wearing her sweater;
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my love is like a bird
when she is hurt,
it is mortal.
but she soars when it's
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i'm having a horrible craving.
neck was TOO tight, so i cut it.
you f*cking klepto, die in a fire,
peace be with you, find comfort sweet
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craving
high
comedown
withdrawal
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this year has been picking treasured things-
right off of the tree-
and taking bites out of them.
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i want you to know-
i have been spending the nights awake again,
and there is a train
that travels across
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when i'm falling asleep with my shoes on
because i'm just too-
faded-
to take em off.
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jesus christ!
don't scrub your porch right now-
it's 4 am and your neighbors are asleep!
you're shaking and
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poem for nina

i.
i am driving in the rain.
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