the most beautiful pictures (page one)

[treesneatlyplanted]

(remember) the hair that played

(the most beautiful pictures,)

on your back,

and stay there.

 

as you reached for

(the) branches that

held our (sight,)

from the clear sky

that night,

and you pulled down

the shades

to take me.

and here,

(the) bridge

that was named as

someone died, someone different

who died, and

on the (way) home;

god said,

to

“quit * * * *ing calling

me--” and,

“day and

night (I) heard

you crying,

from

the morn of your birth

and I (loved you, but)

it is time

you said (goodnight)"