Ever Hopeful

Crossing
the road
slowly

Ever hopeful
of getting
run over

Leaving
the oven
door open

Ever hopeful
of inhaling
the gas

Drinking
spirits
every day

Ever hopeful
of pickling
the liver

Eating
salted chips
all night

Ever hopeful
of a heart
bypass

Box Sets

I’d
lose
days
inside
those
icy blue
eyes

Cut
glass
on
those
taut
cheek
bones

I’d
listen
all
night
to your
passionate
cries

And
love
you
down
to
your
bones

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