It is said
more oftan than Hail Mary
the most loyal of lovers
after hearts and keys exchanged
start looking like each other
Shame cries
and looks down at my hands
I wish you'd have phoned
and that I didn't kiss elsewhere
you have lovely bones
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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