Heaven #1

I want to write something that’ll forgive everything

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So what if it was raining—the vines on the
wooden fence had the shakes etc.

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Awnings were everywhere on the margin of existence:
storefronts, eyes suspended in space etc.

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Were they gray were they green?

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The aroma of homemade ravioli

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Here we are in a country the train tracks stitch together

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Yellow raincoats reeking cod liver oil & isolation which has no
        odor whatever

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The stars hidden back of the nimbus clouds & tangerine sun
they were driving up to New York at 11:00 p.m. unlike us

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there are merely an infinite number of ways to say
goodbye like saying goodbye

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The cigarette-smoke gray curtains the actual smoke more
        blue than white

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Max sporting her cat’s-eye shades gone iridescent

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I want to write something that’ll forgive everything

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You could be happy for an hour or two, maybe sleep someplace—
        there’s a
weeping willow & picnics that never quite get off the ground

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Here we are in a country the train tracks stitch together &
there are merely an infinite number of ways to say


Jack Hayes
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