1. I’ll never be your Maggie May
the one you loved
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees
Stable now, with rising possibilities
It could be normal
Fall and all attendant memories
Crowd the day with unrelated histories
Each
Mother the doctor knows something is wrong
Cause my body has
one thing I know
this pain will go
step through all that's
When blood sees blood
Of its own
It sings to see itself
The way of the world
Has taken its toll
Ravaged my body
And
My name is Calypso
I only turned to see
What hand had set this inner
Edith Wharton's lovely figurines
Still speak to me today
From their mantelpiece
50-50 chance
The doctor said
In the cardiac room
As she's lying in
We go to the playground
In the wintertime
The sun is fading
I dreamed you were a rich man
and that I had
the ceiling had a painting on it
in our room in
In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and
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