HEAVEN

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I go with you to heaven

where everything wrong with us

turns out to have been

a sinus thing

 

you take no pleasure

in punishing people

who’ve hurt you

I don’t get that

 

I wanna be good

Sometimes I feel like a cool man

 

Sometimes because of you

my happiness

is so pellucid

it traces an exit

people smile at me

when I’m with you

when I’m alone

I practice looking hard

I’m thrashed by the

hideous clothes of the rich

and in dreams my father casually alive

always at the door

or in a cabin in the pines

and I’m almost there

where have you been I say

and he’s like, what