You came into the kitchen that night with only a T-shirt and no underwear. I was sitting with a friend in the living room as you went by. I could hear you breathing. You went foraging in the pantry. You knocked the cans and other objects off the shelf. You found a cereal box, pulled it out, and held it wrong side down, leaving a trail as you walked from the kitchen. In the hallway you saw us. You saw my friend, and in your T-shirt and no underwear, you didn't stammer or apologize. There was no pause. But I remember your eyes as you passed.
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The great / grandfather / clock you left / would strike me / if I tried / to leave / I could never / stagger far / before / you'd be / all over me / your black and white / film flesh oily-old / fashioned / melody / that plays repeating where / we used to dance / my feet over your feet / I'm gonna break your things I'm gonna / toss them down into the street / your clock / only strikes / fuck / I'll kick your tock / against the cold concrete.
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