Stories About Ourselves

Blue Christmas lights
Tell us stories about ourselves
I saw you biting your nails
Through a pane of glass in that restaurant
Late night conversations
When you told me there were no stars
Just satellites

And I lay
Down in the shirt you used as a towel
When there were none left
And that the stars were the blanket
Draped over tabletops of a smoke seeping factory
Screaming gestures

Bent puzzle pieces we are
Small cities, tall buildings
This glass slipper is giving me blisters now
I'd prefer not, prefer not

Painted concrete and coffee spills
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And I lay
Down in the shirt ??????
In the dishwash
And that the stars were the blanket
Draped over tabletops of a smoke seeping factory
Screaming gestures

Bent puzzle pieces we are
Small cities, tall buildings
This glass slipper is giving me blisters now
I'd prefer not, prefer not