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come & take my body 
from the side of the road.
i'm not interested in a temporary affair.
i want to become part of your basement.
where you come & lay your form 
when the world has too many telephones.
do you remember when you 
called the hotline & read the backs
of cereal boxes until you found the words
to say, "this is not my mouth."
hung up & walked across town to 
the lookout over the highway.
all the cars on their way to big sugary places.
you have springs in your gut too.
you have a story about a buried
time capsule which you do not remember
the contents of. that is me. i am your
time capsule. all the memories 
of being full exist in my springs. 
we can be someone else's "little party." 
someone else's root beer stain. 
we could be storytellers. we could be
video game lights. i might sound desperate here
but that is because tomorrow
when the rain comes i will become
a different almost. the way when 
a tree falls it is no longer a tree
to most people. i smell like fingers 
& the word "please." all day i count
the cars. each a little breath i could hold.
trust me when i tell you i will ask
for nothing from you. 
tell me everything that aches.
if you take me,
i will be everything need.