Franklin Avenue in 2008
playing Twister in the back of taxicabs
every night was a natural disaster
songs like volcanic eruptions
sex like plate tectonics
tears like hurricanes
and the sun rose
on the most exquisite hangovers
humanitarian disasters
eyes destroyed by window light
heads like furnaces
voices like rock tumblers
but one more hour
with my eye socket resting
on your lips, and everything
would be OK again
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