Drive through town on beautiful nights
girls
firm as sugar snap peas

I'm unimaginable
with my imagined hump and screwed face

Five thousand nights from then
they'd never talk to me
Tree thousand nights hence
same thing

What can be done?
I've a step ladder for a heart
Up and down, never quite high enough
As I spot flaws in an old friend's make-up
The lover is me

The monster, me, too.

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