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Tower Blocks

from THE DOMESTICS by the domestics

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go out the back i’ll clean up the blood and the glass
the bartender’s yelling as she falls on her ass
drive her home, give her someplace to sleep it off

they’re calling the cops while she’s combing her hair with her hands
passing tower blocks in the mirror
you’re checking your breath but you’re in the clear

and you were made to love her

"what’s there to drink?"
she picks out two glasses and a bottle from the rack in the hall
lights a cigarette, makes an ashtray of an empty pack

she tastes like the rain on the sidewalk when you miss the last train
like the start of a dream when you know how it ends
if you close your eyes tight
she feels like home but she’ll be gone in the morning

and you were made to love her

"do you want my number?"
she said "i can get it from a friend
you’re not hard to find now, i know where you live
i don’t keep a phone, that’s just how it is

but you can see me in the faded traffic signs
in the bends in the blinds
in the NEW YORK TIMES
in the misdemeanor crimes
in the soup kitchen lines
in anything else that the looters leave behind"

and you were made to love her

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from THE DOMESTICS, released July 17, 2015

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