She was colloquial by choice
Causing nothing but damage
It is deep, aching in sobriety
And makes me want to sing
She sat at the upright, her
Heel on dirty linoleum
Preparing to flippantly crush him
She, the high-functioning placebo
Do you need to taste cotton,
Touch denim, smell a dream,
See what is growing in two hearts?
The visuals are phone calls
Hammering an old bell
My heart is not young, halting in
Weak moments and
Running in a land of cars
Perhaps I self indulge, I leak words
In whirring silence
Here where I read and sleep
Here where I unzip my dress
I lace up my shoes, sudden haste
Raising happiness from sand
I round the bend sprinting-
He’s out on the corner, pores open,
Reeling in the rain.
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