The angels only open windows when
you sing. In fact, I've never heard you speak,
you always sing.
I could almost make a wish,
when I cross the border for dental work
like an old friend, I think of
trees, sunlight, I remember the way it feels to breath.
Restaurants are the plane-ride to death.
If you work at one, you’re not the pilot, or the flight
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