"Woeful sky,
Don’t take turn
Your shine from me;
I lay here
For you."
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The Chevron flies by
outside
In the blink of an eye.
It is silly o’clock,
And I am an ordinary
failure.
The radio is off,
Because the conversation
Is good.
But when music comes up,
It’s agreed
Upon.
From Peaches
To Kris Kristofferson,
And outside the in between.
My Spotify likes
Look like
Ten people use it.
But it’s just me,
Being used
By music.
I use receipts
Of books
As bookmarks.
She uses passive jokes
As signatures
Or reminders.
We both know
That they
know.
Stay brief
But just
Stay.