she's gone crazy on me
working seventy-five hours this week
yelling at taxi-drivers at three in the morning
walking home in the rain
fighting with her mom about moving
crying insensible
more mad plans hatched in the morning
New York City sidewalks speaking
saying we should get married
in City Hall after bequeathing
the purity of our thing
to the emptiness of the World Trade Center feeling
that lies in her memories of what happened that day
and April 8th is Kurt's day
after fifteen years
all day Nevermind-fest with the new crazy chef
she recruited with her sparkle and sass
she's told me this five times already
being together yet apart is stressing our devotion to loneliness
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