nail your teeth to the ceiling
pack your silver spoons
and failed fists
we're on lender's schedules
and force-fed angst
year of the improbable
seasoned and gratified
download your gameface
pile on heavy hands
delete requests
start it over ///
programmed claps
hard to hear in one ear
biting tongues
biting down on the buttons
run faster
mood inducing getaways
gateway hugs
slender sums
this is what it's like
being in love with the idea
of being in love
trash left like breadcrumbs
led to the queen of complications
it's not too late to wander back into the snow
the door has not been knocked
hands have not been tied
and you have not lied to yourself yet.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment