Pornomind.

Peaches going soft

On the sill where you left them to turn

Every dog on this block knows my name Won't come when I

call it the same

Wanting more

than a body can hold Is a rent I can't make

I'm doing what I can

Drove past your street at a crawl Hands at ten and two

Somebody's kid drew chalk saints on the drive And the rain ran

their faces clean through Sun cuts you in slats on my wall

I can still taste the salt on the back of your teeth I

play you back

On the tape I chewed through

Pitched up sweet Till you're barely even you Holy and cheap God

in the drywall, watching too

I was never that good in the light But I'm good at

it, quiet, at night

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Rewind

Won't quit

All night

With the mouth I swore I'd keep shut

Said your name twice,

said it down into a cup Somebody's song,

somebody's floor One shoe on and spilling out a stranger's front door

where I swore there was nothing I wanted more Grace is a

car with the engine still warm in the drive of a house

I don't live in no more And away from you

August came, said your name,

made it worse Said it in the voice I only ever use

with the dog and the dark and the dirt Wet cement,

laughing eyes, holding breath Praying the only prayer I got — let

me get one more look at your neck

I play you back On the tape I chewed through

Pitched up sweet Till you're barely even you Holy and cheap God

in the drywall, watching too

I was never that good in the light

But I'm good at it,

quiet, at night (ooh)

We were beautiful once

We were beautiful, both Now it's me

and the tape And the tape don't hold

(ooh, ah)

Porno mind Rewind Won't quit

All night

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