Diagnosis

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I have a headache.

I have a sore back.

I have a letter I can't send.

I have desire, it falters and falls down, it calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. to wonder when...wonderful.

All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull.

Pulled along or pulled apart.

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.

I have a story that I'd like to tell you, it's littered with settings and second takes.

I have a feeling that hums with the street lights and hides under ice in always frozen lakes.

My mistake to make you cringe.

Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge to oil and push or pry apart.

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.

Found a cure for being sure, and, sure as anything, I'll smile for my reckoning.

I want to call a request through heating vents, And...

They're tearing up streets again. They're building a new hotel....

Her body is a difficult sister, and she loves her,...

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) through buildings...

They called here to tell me that your're finally dying,...

When the bus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections,...

Had one of those days when you want to try...

Held like water in you shaking hands are all the...

So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where...

Morning bright, rise. Go over your lines. Iron your carefully...