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IT�S BETTER WHEN THEY DON�T HAVE FACES Six weeks since I�ve seen her face I�ve just put a cigarette out in a glass of juice I told him it was an accident, but he�s trying too hard and my coffee tastes like a bad idea The girls I dream about are all named Zoe and they no longer have faces. They were stolen and buried by nameless pirates but I stole the map The waitress is a victim of her own beauty I won�t make a pass, but I do ask for matches so I can watch her bend over. Any guilt evaporates in an exhalation of blue smoke on a fork full of confidently yellow eggs they taste better this way, I�ve been assured That girl in the booth doesn�t look like much She�s kinetically beautiful break your heart with a blink I saw her smile once, on my way to the bathroom Got lost for days, found my way back of course but haven�t been the same An old man tells war stories to a slice of cherry pie An en-tra- pa-nure yells at Germany through a cell phone filled with bubble gum In the corner a single mother reads a Modest Proposal to a group of small children and all the cream and sugar in the world can�t make this coffee less tasteless than a shot gun wedding between cousins. A newly lit cigarette between my lips I wonder how it got there I�d go home but I�m afraid to sleep the pirates are close to finding me out and I like the girls better without faces |