11 Ways to Make Me Miss You

:ne Is there really something? go see. :wo You can die like a poet Head in the oven Metalled bone on the ceramic Body in the atmosphere- People can too fly. :hree Or like a starlet Fireflies drowned in gin and good bourbon Waterlogged, unseasonably hot. :our Little dog, blue dog, blue eyed, rather You followed him, instead. :ive Stomp on it. The patterns of the bottom of your shoe On flesh, dirt, silk stains Putrid violet, graveled fingernails Flowers that aren’t flowers anymore. :ix Six little legs lead me to the tree in which you sit Six million more take you away. :even Go like me. Go like mine. :ight feathers are locks of hair Wet and Unpickled vegetables in the cellar And your teeth haven’t bitten since you left :ine Rubber, leather, rather Smaller things, quieter than before Indigestible raw material Elk skin and grass and tree bark. :en Or not on purpose at all There is destiny in things that fall And grace in misdirection and error. :leven If you really have long toenails Then why do you need a shovel?

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