unclear

band aid girls
bend the rules
of ceremonious trites
and meant to be's

stale crates
full of blurry polaroids and miniature pets
we gave names and split the house
without cards or sleeves

this is what we foresee
and continue to earn
held close to hurt
to be born another wound

you're a maze, less amazing
living short stories out of conversations
we shared attempt-
fingers worn like notes i couldn't play

i'm with the park bench people
wallflowers and bar corners
strange like the company kept
or the uninvited fatherers

these are babymaking days
men of morsels
or better yet-
we never quite made mountains
out of meant trails.