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How I Learned to Float Away From Windows

Dean Gorman

sweeping out of the tears
even worse the crowded heat pipes soaring

she never told me I’m perfect
so I’m sick
I can pick up matchbooks & feel
the sulphur sleep

we gave each other away she bit
my fingers me
drowning in the air above
her trying my best
to forget about the empty
car out front its lonely
song I’ll learn without her

this year was going
to be my friends over
beer mugs our eyes
holding onto smoke rings
lightness of the jukebox
glowing brunette

in the afternoon she lifted those
eyes & I’m sorry to drape
the rest of it
around cheap gospel

Dean Gorman

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