Hopeless and haunted
That's how I want to look
In the sunlight
In the mirror of your eyes
That's the bed I made
And never slept in with you
It's still last night this morning
There's an infinite space
Between my thoughts and your face
A simple pose
An oblivious gesture
Hair all a mess
Pale complexion
Hopeless and haunted
That's how I look
Twisted in these sheets
White T-shirt and blue jeans
Thrown on the floor
As I wait for your body
To slip out the door
from Crowd Paintings
a book in collaboration with artist Donald Baechler
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