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A question
Mark
My words
(Wasn’t it cats and cockroaches?)
*
Not cockroaches, but cobwebs
In the rain, and I’m always in the wrong
Lane
(It’s driving me insane)
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Stop it I can’t think yet
I think too much
With all these voices in my head
(“Sorry, I’m not home right now”)
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What
You think you’re special/think
You’re something else?
(insert canned laughter)
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It’s late and I’ve been overanxious and
I’ve probably been watching too much Friends
But living twenty-five years ago is such a comfort
(Has life always been this way?)
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They had cable and answering machines
And probably not as much empty space
To fill with doubts
(My insides are blue)
*
Maybe all rine and no heart
Will be the answer for now
Vacating the premises
(“Leave a msg and I’ll call you back”)
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