your boots
by my door
Like rain in the distance
I never know if you’ll arrive
but just not touch the ground
Or else like a flood
carrying off cars and refrigerators
you roll through my bed I dream
we are drawn to maelstroms
and addicted to catastrophes
in order to prove life can’t be stopped
maybe only when we’ve killed
or poisoned everything on earth
and life returns will we believe it
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