Rough Diamonds

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we've all got our bubblegum troubles,
caught in a tangle of heartstrings,
plains of greener glass and corks carefully glued
down by angelic windmills, college rings on sophomore hands,

alone is what has us twirling into metal shard trees.
we cannot bring about our eventual collision because
their books keep cutting our fingertips every time
we turn over a page, hands blood slick and slipping
on the self-destruct button.

oh honey, we've got nothing but love and maps,
humming, hurrying into familiar cul-de-sacs,
burgundy minivans from when you were a child
give that doorbell a try again, just kick the fucking door down,
burst into hallways as if you were a firecracker gone wrong,
how many miliseconds until the alarm sounds?

and they're unenvious, their marrow stretched thin over driveways,
and their hazey morals don't let them get carried away with the crows.

we'll be fine, darling mine,
none of 'em want our paper routes anyway,
hours combing through boneless streets and
paprika avenues, eyes burning from the porch fires,
running back down into fields, back down into swamps,
like hunting perfection and knocking out liars,
alligator skin and floating in puddles of mud and empty soda cans,
grazing on florida, as if we were from the grasslands.