tags: nate slawson
"do you remember the Halloween
I went dressed as a cello & you
were a postcard of the Chicago
skyline O that was the most
fantastic night you were all lit up
& I played the same three notes
for you over & over again
but now I’ve forgotten what
you said when I told you my heart
had been welded shut I think
you said something about
symmetry or else you laughed
& told me I should have
come dressed as a bullet wound
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I wrote your name on all
my folders & drew your
silhouette like a bruise on the back
of my hand O you are an arrow
in my wistful heart you are a
radio that keeps me up each
night in bed but once upon
a time you were a girl with
wings & you let me trace the
fissures in your spine O why
can’t we go back to the time
when you were a cloverfield
& I was a meadowlark in the
engine of your delicate teeth”
