light brown
light brown stare
that dumb blank marvelous
light brown stare
I’ll take care of
it.
you needn’t carry me
anymore
with your Cleopatra
movie star
tricks
do you realize
that if I were an adding machine
I might break down
tabulating
how many times you’ve used
that light brown stare?
not that you’re not the best
with your light brown stare.
someday some crazy son of a bitch
is going to murder you
and you’ll cry out my name
you’ll finally know
what you should have known
so very long
ago.
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