Somewhere Toward the Back - Climate

When your arm touched mine while in the bank line

You became a piece of my mind

Synapse and cardboard the pieces shift and crack

I stuffed you in somewhere toward the back

Pale white even grey the hand that shook the arm to-day

A fleshy mass filled with DNA

Covered in lime in the casket next to mine

But you don’t have to worry about that for some time

You might slide your arm under the pillow to-night

To find some place cool and out of sight

But don’t forget to turn out the bathroom light

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