a Saint out of your league
striving every day
to deserve the same air.
To keep her in a cool, dry place
insulated from your abortions.
To wear a watch you tried to sell
perhaps to prove some unknown point.
It's go-time when her hair goes back.
It's tires on the pavement.
It's the hopeful part of stubborn
and it won't be your demise.
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