It crept in on a smile
and it occupied these cavities,
root system spreading like the feelers of some horrible alien thing
Then you walked me home,
fresh and bright with cocaine;
we watched the sunrise, pink and gaudy as a gumball machine ring
I get your call,
and pretend not to hear it –
Spirit, I've been here before!
I was your boy here! (or was led to pretend –
tenderer then,
brittler now,
bitter and cowed)
And glancing at your handsome face,
grovelling overtly,
I wait for your cruelty to surface like a body on a lake.
Now I know every beard is blue
and all white blues are badly-gotten;
feel these teeth are going rotten
in the buzzing of the sweetness that you fake;
and that's why
I get your call
and pretend I don't hear it –
Spirit, might these shadows be?
I'll be your girl then (or I could play the role:
fey on your couch,
packing your bowl,
lacking in soul.)
It's tough to trust someone who looks the way you do.
You didn't know me back when I looked just like you.
Nobody knew me then at all.
I get your call
and pretend I don't hear it –
Spirit, can they see me here?
Or am I a pale shade?
(You wait for it to fade:
a trick of the light...
a twitch of the lips...
and then your tongue slips...)
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