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

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

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

you don't get to be a saint the dead man...

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

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

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

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

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