Amy Lipkin – things that fall apart

Amy Lipkin

t h i n g s  t h a t  f a l l  a p a r t

elvis presley is my dead celebrity boyfriend
approximate elvis:
my dad used dixie peach brilliantine to shine his elvis pompadour
              he still has a can,
rusted shut behind the mirror

we can’t go on together with

someone really needs to do a punk rock version of suspicious minds

my nails are growing i stopped biting them          i miss it

i don’t know)     what to do about my love life
he ran back to a tumbling house

our relationship
is like
my paintings

white on white

i know a secret place
where the clovers
are all five- and six-leaf

once,    when i was twelve,
i picked as many as i could
i kept them in my pocket
i shook plant dust


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