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Regards to Gate Number Five
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I’m all out of ammo.
sorry.

I know that maybe I’ve taken the sport out of it.
I know that maybe you have that gun to temple.
sorry.

It’s all these formal affairs and
taking the tea at three o’clock,
that numb me,
that peel me back like a sunburn.

I never really wanted anyone to
listen to me in the first place.
Please take your letters of
recommendation,
and luggage to a
different terminal.
I appear to be closed,
indefinitely.
sorry.

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Smile For Me
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I wish I could build my happiness,
and place that hollow feeling,
that bitter sweet aching in my chest,
away for just the night.

From the driftwood of this morning
and the beach sand you let in,
with your early tide and open windows,
I’d make the semblance of a laugh,
a small joke at a crooked smile.

Then I’d steal that burlap bag
and take the yellow long grass from the noon.
I’d wrap it round your corkscrew frame
and pretend you really meant it,
when you held me through the night;
that maybe I’m not bullshitting myself.

Maybe I’d hold some river stones,
and warm them in my hands.
Imagine their smooth water worn surface,
was the grooves of your palms.
So you’d be here next to me,
beneath the speckled night,
And together we would swat away
the mosquitoes and bad memories.

I wish I could build my happiness
out of the shattered yesterdays,
recreate everything that warmed me,
and ran like fire, down to the tips of my fingers and toes.
But my straw-man serves only a glum reminder,
that all I’ve left is imperfection;
Cookie cutter memories in a cardboard house built for two.