and divine that sometimes it's a flag
so we climb it instead
I know you're good at climbing because I've seen you in pictures
I just kind of hang
There's this telephone a ways up in case of emergenc y
your hand on the receiver
your fingers not lost upon me
pushing H-E-A-V-E-N in numbers
[dial tone] "I thought so,"
you laugh and we go
on towards the billowing sheet
When we get high enough
its all wind,
pulling hair from my eyes and mouth
you smile as my teeth fall out I smile
at your eyes but I can't quite
remember them
until you let go
of my grip
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