You are a crook and a lover,
waiting by the window for Jesus.
There is a woman here, crossed
to Brooklyn by ferry. Be good
to her. Talk little of ghosts and
the mention of stale minds; we can
find what no man has looked for.
The opinion is, I would like to be what
you deem me. Deep waters.
She is the first to ask more of you,
the first not to leave.
Cramped in a pigeon hole, sit tight.
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