THEY CAN MISS (poemoff2)
our lives are boxes full of dirt
raindrop eyes or smooth gray pebbles,
i think you were talking about someone
else, or, else you were—talking, or—
eye think we’ve got it wrong,
some paperclip has been misplaced,
there is dust on your new book, or
you fell asleep on the road and thought
you saw an angel,
or
you fell asleep on the road and thought
it was the end,
or
you fell asleep on the road and could not see
everyone else’s eyes were also closed.
notes: the title comes from Tiffany’s “other way to move blood”, the first line from a song by The Birthday Party.
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