the storm

the girl in my dream popped two vicodins and let you fuck her
her eyes open & then her eyes closed.
in a dream i put my sister in a white garbage bag and threw it over the ledge of a train station in brooklyn, the body landed on the tracks and a train came splitting her right in half, the pieces everywhere.

there is a time for calm and content and then there is that urgency.
when a poem screams i stop to listen,  a hungry infant at 4am
when a song is on i feel its reverence and when love is lost i kiss you.

this dream has a smell on it's shirt
it has hands, it has a birthday and a credit card

i don't have a sister.

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