a painting of my eyes
as they wake up to the knocking
nah, it’s cool for us to meet like this
I’m in a gown and I’m sobbing
a private life
samples of my hair
ran from the knock
the knock wasn’t even there
come on, glass eyes
it doesn’t even exist
like gravity
or being alone
like human flight
like the numbers in my phone
flashlight and cuffs
the book of common prayer
ran from the knock
the knock wasn’t even there
the common dust
dies in my lungs
leave the John Glenn capsule
go out for food and regret it
still see that cop from the hospital
and we both pretend not to notice
we ran from the knock but the knock wasn’t even there
when we ran from the knock, the knock wasn’t even there
now we don’t answer phones, the phones call’s never there
we ran from the knock but the knock wasn’t even there
we ran from the knock but the knock wasn’t even there
we ran from the knock
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