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“… I've got to believe My grief will end. I can’t see myself, I speak in panic outside a Malibu fish Counter, Pacific slippery as bed silk. My friend says she sees me anyway, Feeds me cold tinned juice. You’re right Here. She's laughing as motorcycles roar Past as chrome American hog dazzlers. I’ll sing the worlds ‘til you remember them.” — Emily Vizzo
… I've got to believe
My grief will end. I can’t see myself,
I speak in panic outside a Malibu fish
Counter, Pacific slippery as bed silk.
My friend says she sees me anyway,
Feeds me cold tinned juice. You’re right
Here. She's laughing as motorcycles roar
Past as chrome American hog dazzlers.
I’ll sing the worlds ‘til you remember them.