Up and Away

January 9, 2010
there's a boy inside the walls
with moldy clothes and squeaking shoes
i can hear him when he scurries through
the dripping pipes in the basement

there's a painting on the ceiling
of a million black balloons
the ladybugs spend summers there
i counted flecks like faded stars

(remember, remember
to ration your breaths
cause every one you've ever taken
brings you back around to death)

there's an old man on the roof
and he's forgetting
the way we used to smile.

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