Sunday, January 4




fractions:

#1
despite
dim light
he said "i think you've changed the colour of your hair,"
and he was right.

#2
it's just like sunday morning,
but it's sunday afternoon,
and i don't want to be
here in the dining room
with sleep and my eyes
and a lump in my throat
singing someone else's song
while dinah strums along.

#3
my lips are crooked
and you kiss them sideways.

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