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I WILL LOOK FOR YOU

Music coming from the window
of a car moving slowly down Vermilyea,
a chihuahua at the steering wheel,
three men leaning the rear fender forward

It's the afternoon of the evening you ask me
if I feel like another cookie,
an afternoon I want to personify
as thinking about wanting to rain

So go on vacation already
and I'll water the gray spots to life
and when you have your tv show
I'll arrange to have a Nielsen box

When we're not talking I still exist,
running around setting the scene
vacuuming the fun out of the Accord,
wincing at my lack of coffee

I look forward to dreaming all night
but sit in front of the screen typing
and get on the subway for no real reason
feeling like the end of a regatta