miss you today;
solid black rain came from the sky
a hand on your vest,
a radio address came from the sky
i had you in color,
something i lost in the covers
please don't rehearse your name
i hide in your clothes,
the cracks in your toes will be just fine
the temperature calls
for morphine, and fall will be on time
in postcards, every pause,
in light-up matches and mattresses,
watching your eyes repeat
the curves in your back,
a similar jacket on some face
remember the cars, and pushing quite hard?
outside, the rain
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