sister haze on her deathbed
clutching her rosary of stars
could be me but obviously no
the slick boutiqueon broadway is (sorry to grind)
but a spinning grinning mask
the way so it goes and onward
where condoms tick as breathy
as stopwatch foxes
her gumball machine full of stage names
most call her
latitude and longitudehave my tongue i'd be something too
everyone's playing hooky
no one's 'fessing up
realized this a moment
so much so my hasty oblivion spills
over second base and the weather's
so cold today that i don't care
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