there are days
when everything slides a
little
and it is these days
i want to spend alone
with this tilting
staring out the window
at rain
there are parts
of my brain
that are warmer
at the same time
my body is colder
weaker in the world
fading to something else
it feels like the words
come from these places
cold and warm together
i loosen my set jaw
to chew on tom waits’s
piano
and the notes fall
rain drops from clothes
lines
streams fill up
on these days
running down
away
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