What It Was

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it was a musty basement
and a big biscuit
brothers on couches
and baby sis
baby sis
baby sis
who gawt a headache

it was a domino
a cigarette
a limo of holy drunks
it was pulp fiction
generosity
and elderly mountains
mouths moving

it was tears at the table
at the mic
in the car
on the pillow
it was friends' faces
like songs
like priests

it was breath in my heart
and blisters on my hands

i loved it
i used it
i took it
like a woman
i felt it
i held it
til i couldn’t no more