walks on water, fucks in the moonlit alleyways, got nothin' to lose.
that summer, she flew me to Adelaide.
made me a rhubarb pie and told me things would be wonderful.
bought me a Fender Jazz Bass. Mexican-made.
she's got the moves.
she knows how to use it.
and so do i.
one day, my J was stolen outta the van, in an instant.
i don't play the jazzy bass no more.
now i just draw the insects that scurry about the bedroom floor.
i PRAY for rain.
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