The Zolas
in heaven
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At intermission
we meet outside
a grin of a hug
you blow your cigarette in the other direction
we laugh at the same jokes
but she pops the balloon when she walks through the room to you
in heaven.
Who can control
the bitter blast
we know we let in the cold when we defenestrate the past and now
sheâs not at the other end of our telephone calls
sheâs in a desert on the surface of mars
with you in heaven.