Scattered
There are parts of me scattered
all around this city
My necklace at a gym
My boots at a friend's apartment
My hairbrush at a man's condo in Burbank
(I was not trying to leave my mark after fucking him, believe you me)
There are valuable treasures that I have lost
Between movie theatre seats
In punk rock basements during
punk rock parties
Dollar bills ripped up to humor the street-corner swindler doing magic tricks...
I would say that I left a little piece of myself
Here
There
To the winds
To be ground underfoot
But in the end
it is all just
Stuff.
4/4/12
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