My dog is hunting rabbits in the yard
Casey's at home, watching TV
I step in, do what I can
He doesn't care, just wants to watch them
Flea says no, the word's despair
He gathers, folds, takes a leak, dim
Light depresses, dusts the top and
Sits with April as she unfolds her
Knees, Sibylle calls, like no one's home
Her mouth tears open, sigh, breathe, and
There, I saw a lonely doe
Suz wakes up, gets dressed and leaves
It looks like hunger, this tableau
Birds descending on piles of feet in
Living rooms, they're born again to
Men like ghosts attached to
Teeth, the words sting in passing
More or less
What's left to find for
You anymore
What's left to find that
You don't see
I'd give truth to your life
What's left to find that
You don't see
When I could
I'd try
To speak to you clearly
I paled against so many
Denials every day
"I wanna die"
You took your life
As if what's broken
Laid inside
I couldn't help it
I tried
So what
"So what if wood learns she's made a violin?"
Where trust and love fail
Fear makes a map
You followed it
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