[00:00.00] A hounds-tooth coat, pockets are bulging with Nebutal bought from some doctor[00:44.73]Who also was bought to keep those pockets full[00:52.68]The face was lost, partly recovered, I'm half asleep, half in a frenzy[01:00.99]One side tries to smile enough for two[01:08.91]Pictures remain, split at the image[01:12.96]Cupboards well-stocked with things to diminish[01:16.95]The pain that comes with clarity[01:20.52]And mirrors in well-lit rooms[01:42.39]She checks in at dwindling daylight, a week up front, asks not to be bothered[01:50.34]The registry will show her mother's name[01:58.47]Locks the door, sits on the bed just a minute before she picks her purse up[02:06.39]From the floor, she's pulling out what she needs[02:14.19]Warming her wrists in promising water[02:18.18]Somebody's love, another one's daughter[02:22.38]Readies herself[02:23.91]Apologizing to the motel maids[02:32.13]Double edged and super blue, vertically letting the life from you[02:39.81]Casting a new darkness through the room[02:47.91]Angels lay their odds on you, know not quite what they should do[02:55.83]Only that they can't quite tear themselves from the view