And she’s all cross-
eyed and delirious and breaks
out in sweats even when she’s
freezing and won’t even return
my phone calls and pretends not
to see me when she’s on the corner.
She still knocks on my door, though,
begging for a bed at inappropriate
hours and I can’t help but resign
myself and put down my arms and let
her in and wrap my legs around her.
Her nails are chipped, her hair
is frayed, and her heart is clearly
broken but I don’t think she’s looked
more beautiful and fragile, and needing
me more than ever, I know that she’s gonna
die-its clearly obvious, I just want to help
her keep her light lit for a couple of more
days so I’ll always let her in and give her
money even though I know where it’s going
and comfort her/me by wrapping my legs
around her cold body and
rocking her to sleep.
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