The Kate Crash Experience lives here.

She stays up all night
Watches tv and fights
With the imaginary ghosts in her head

Some days the men
Clean her dishes and then
Washes the cobwebs from her heart with wine and lies

But when she awakes
From the dream meat steaks
She finds they’ve all grown back again    again?   Again.
But when she awakes
clutching her face
hair displaced life’s disgraced of the puzzle is today

she cannot erase
her lost in deep space
she clutches her gloves  and swipes at the doves I send her way

THERE IS NOTHING SHE IS FREE OF
NOT TODAY she scratches 
lack of love
for the kids she threw up
I wonder why I pay to stay in the next doom room scrape where I hear how she
prays

To the phoned phillepeano’s she hates
To fix her tv    again    again?   Again.
Fix her.  Again?\

Not today

She shoves away

The doves

again    again?   Again.

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