thanks for holding
listen to the dial tone as tomorrow dawns and also other days
we are crazing into hope
we are lazing through with rope to pull or hang or string along
songs we used to remember
words we thought to play
there are numbers to call but letters too few for bingo
rings of leftover drinks sweating into the wood
summer is for condensation, conversation
all those dreamboats sailing
all those margins erring
an abundance of caution and we are welcome to sit tight
move about the cabin
turn around in the closet
list the twists in the plot and let the buttons fall
hooks and eyes and nothing surprises the closer we are to free
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