the world is full of small prayers for you to make
sunlight on the withered tomato leaves, there's one
the white hairs Mina left on the couch, a blessing
the phone call from your sister, she's in Hong Kong,
big business money while her fiance vaccuums
it's been years since you saw her, you talk every week
tell her about this guy
what guy?
oh, he's a bartender, real charmer, you'd like him
look after yourself, doll
bite your tongue, hair brushed back from your eyes,
I love you too, talk soon, I promise,
echoing ten thousand lives away.
Mina shifts in her sleep, dozy thud of muscle and drool.
Sometimes it seems like she's the only real thing in your life.
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