I don't remember what date it is, somewhere in May, June, July. I remember your mouth when I left you sleeping all day; twisted inside-out and pulling sideways, trying to draw an apology from me with its bared tooth-needles. I don't remember apologizing. from 'The End' in Goodbye Songs & Thank-you Notes
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