Go to bed you
Ghosts
While you still have
Your places
To live
And I have this
Tiny
Liquor bottle as
Light as a commuter airplane
In transit
As light as
Fully paid off cars
And lunches,
While Diana is
Out in the
Woods
Making love to
All her
Bon fires,
Elongating her shadows
And her bangs-
Oh,
How she moves,
Doing the
Things
That she does.
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