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Him all Jack Kerouac and shit
Him all Jack Kerouac and shit
him all Jack Keroac and shit
his biography an artist’s cliche
oh he told a good anecdote yes
took her to his garrett to see the view
she let him dry her with skin and lips
all happy in the moment he kissed her hair
her all this is only just for now you know
an ephemeral spring so drink up fast
when it ended she hardly noticed lost
so was she in grief for pretty words
mirror shards piled like minnowy regrets
all caught up in the moment she almost knew
“Him all Jack Kerouac and shit” was previously published in I Am South (Virgogray Press).
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