Imaginary Elves from Winter Hearse by Blake Charleton

It's funny how
a speck of sunlight
on a railing makes me feel like
you're right there, I should feel like running
but it's warm and your memory makes me

Happy in my mind you dance in and out of this world
for a tender youth of eight-teen you are my great grandmother
you're already passed on to the next life tell me what happens next for me

How many more times must I get my heart ripped open "half fast"
Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?
I never wish to see your face again
unless it's pressed against mine!

From home you're just a phone call away
and so far nothin'

Happy by myself throwin' parties

Happy by myself throwing parties for imaginary elves
who take me to a land of old houses
in my winter hearse drive through blouses of last chances
distant dim glances!

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