Nearly four
A silver automobile
Glistening in the heat
Nearly four
Hours from the sunlight
Lit in agony
I listened intently
Nearly halfheartedly
To carousels
Laying placidly on the burning
Backseat
Making art with my blood
Stains
You are not you
You are everyone else
This house
Its halls
I paced and wallowed
On its floors
The harsh rugs a gaze
Away from my eyelashes
Faded pinks and golds
Mostly blue
A tub filled with my salty waters
Never drained but the plug
Always pulled
Close on intent
School work and books came
Devoid of human emotions
Leaving me shiny and clean-
Shaven
I was too cold
I was me
I was not everyone else
Then you wandered by this house
Where three years ago I sat
Outside in my father's car
Hoping it was not
Permanent
You wandered past and let me know
But I was stuck in my salty bath
So we planned for tomorrow
Always leaving space for maybe
And I was not expecting you
At all
But you were here
Nearly halfheartedly
Seven ebbing hours
On my porch and
On the rocking-bench
A month in consequence as lovers
A month later needing repair
Four days more
Listening to the same song
I painted to in the hot backseat
On the non-existent telephone
I imagine your voice
Hello?
Yes, I am still here
After all it is the same
Home
And you are the only one in it
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