you shall love your crooked neighbor

i have heard 
that if you pull a bent breath
through the second hole of a harmonica
tuned to the key of georgia
while a train moves by 
on the tail end of dusk
there is a good chance 
you will finally know 
what it means 
to rest.

i
have not yet rested.

it takes a long time to
make love with someone
who hates themselves.