Don't talk to me in terms of inches.
I don't want to think in cups of water
or tree branches.
There's nothing important about your crooked mouth
or the little cracks in your voice.
On your way our you straightened the picture on my wall,
but once I painted the whole house green
and tomorrow I can sell it
to where the speak a different language,
drive to the first city.
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