Stories About Ourselves

Blue Christmas lights

Tell us stories about ourselves

I saw you biting your nails

Through a pane of glass in that restaurant

Late night conversations

When you told me there were no stars

Just satellites

And I lay

Down in the shirt you used as a towel

When there were none left

And that the stars were the blanket

Draped over tabletops of a smoke seeping factory

Screaming gestures

Bent puzzle pieces we are

Small cities, tall buildings

This glass slipper is giving me blisters now

I'd prefer not, prefer not

Painted concrete and coffee spills

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And I lay

Down in the shirt ??????

In the dishwash

And that the stars were the blanket

Draped over tabletops of a smoke seeping factory

Screaming gestures

Bent puzzle pieces we are

Small cities, tall buildings

This glass slipper is giving me blisters now

I'd prefer not, prefer not