Letra de Realism

Miranda comes home Steps on veranda Txt from best friend Montana But that’s not her cellular No, that is her lover’s Ask: How does my love have Montana’s cell? She’s running to Kinkos Making hard copies of nudeinmirror Of hardonveranda She’s tearing up photos to tear up his body Like pins in voodoo Part of the whole She’s tearing up photos Shot telephoto Left his profile defiled on side of the road