—GOT A FREIGHT TRAIN RUNNIN’ THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF MY HEAD 

 

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i swallow 

long & deep 

but slow 

like sex 

between inmates 

who have 

nothing

except time 

my wife 

went missing 

but got 

custody nonetheless 

and so here 

we are

my palm on 

your spine 

swaying to Sinatra 

in a swivel chair

you wearing your

smooth red dress 

wrapped in glass 

me three sheets 

ahead of today 

relieved you still 

love me

and know exactly 

what to do