If I had a record player
you'd kill me
there's never really room
for more than one of us
and this is not an antique store.
it may be sad
but that only means it's true
it drags its feet
it ties a noose
the water waxes red from blue.
for J
03/08
love me
- dolly at school
- She was Lo. Plain Lo in the morning. Standing five foot two in one sock. She smoked in her car and sang to herself. She wrote songs in her head when you took her on dates. She was jazz. She was the blues. She was high. She was not an artist, but she was good at a few things. That's why they still call her. And you should keep reading.
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