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I screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

I swore, I cried, and I tried

I want you back to rest on my back

And love like we swore we would

But when you went under that bumper

And I saw just your jumper

I knew you were gone.

I knew we were gone.

But then came Jimmy,

Someone, they said, to love,

To heal the scars you left me with.

But one dog for another —

Love doesn’t work that way.

Solo

Eager to narrate

Beetle eyes alight, she spoke

to the empty room.

The Signs

The newspaper lay untouched.

Jimbo’s ill.

It’s Not for All

To write is —

to trick yourself,

into believing you can.

to show weakness,

and persist inspite of it.

to welcome shame,

with wide arms and smiles.

to string words,

that end up stringing you.

The new style

Together they stick:

Gelled hair.