he said
"I don't think about her enough
to breathe in time
with predictable blue sighs.
when my right brain
wants the wrong thing."
she said
"I don't think I like you enough
to hold my tongue
to let you hold me when we're done
doing the only thing you're
half good for"
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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