do you want to hold him?

i'm taking care of our pet shop terrarium ghosts.
i talk to the heat lamp & start calling it "god."
wash your hands before you do. there is a train station
full of pigeons waiting for us. do you remember
the fruit in the city? how it begged to be cradled?
i used to rest my head on your shoulder while
we turned into snakes. all of a sudden it was 
just me holding a rat. in the parking lot everyone was terrified. 
race cars with race car dreams. i want to know if you miss me.
on that island, everyone was starving no matter
how much we ate. there was no such thing as bare feet.
drinking a silver diet. our bullet hole window pet shop.

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