For E, To Depart
Each time we tugged the cord we thought the fan was off—
Rest introduces herself, a cornflower clipped for dye—
Would you love me if my head turned pale and I lived in the garage
For comfort, I would bathe
You would write poems in dust on the truck door—
Don't open
Dead inside
Rest introduces herself, a cornflower clipped for dye—
Would you love me if my head turned pale and I lived in the garage
For comfort, I would bathe
You would write poems in dust on the truck door—
Don't open
Dead inside
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