Los Angeles, 2011
There is something going on outside, the dog
is lifting her ears, see? The muscles in her jaw
are tightened, too.
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The backyard is an ocean
nobody is swimming to find me—the doors are all
locked anyways—but that wont stop something
from going on outside.
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Once I looked out there and saw
a light around a body, and that body
bent over itself and there was no one else.
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That is how I know.
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This place was dark before we knew it.
We came like lightening—burning blonde
streaks in the ether. We were happy.
Nobody said we shouldn’t be, you know?
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Out the back window, when I still looked, the Pacific
was a moat nobody was swimming to find me,
I might have asked why aren’t you swimming to find me?
if there had been somebody there to tell me
I could want anything else.
