Our Life In the Apartments
you arrive in pieces...
the horrible details I almost forgot
I always asked you to look north
and other things I regret
I used my sharp words
I built you
I didn't even get tired
of your sick steps around the house
or your corny shirt written 'do you love me?'
now the sun is setting fast
leaves an indecent streak of light in the sky
the silhouette of an airplane passes through there
in the window at the top of this building I'm harmless
I can barely hate being here
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