I had a dream I waited it out
and saw your name in candy floss clouds
Every husband in the city
had come face to face
with his promises.
I had a dream you summoned me
I climbed you like an apple tree
our lovers shook hands by the river
longed to be desired once more
and started diving.
I hate the morning.
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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