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 Aug 2012 Nils Thiede
Jon Tobias
Too much change
Is bad for your heart
Weighs heavy in your thin places
Like locking your throat
While the bags under your eyes
Pull their draw strings shut to keep all that trash in

No one wants to know what your ***** laundry smells like
Not even you

And so much this feels like stepping into yesterday
Wearing brand new shoes
Where no matter what
The only thing I could have done differently is walk away

You give yourself lists
Of I can leave after
I fix the car
And throw away all our old stuff
After mom comes home sober but still broken
There will always be something or someone
You forgot to fix

But you will walk away from this
It will feel like heaven
Leaving all the dirt behind

Only heaven is more or less a line of people
Wondering if they turned their stoves off or not
I never draft or even edit really my poems. Mostly what comes out of me gets posted the second I am done. I don't feel this is finished though. There are words that are hanging heavy on my heart, and I am currently speechless.
 Aug 2012 Nils Thiede
Jon Tobias
I want to know if a venti
Will hold a tall can for my jog home

As I type the word “how” into my phone
Recent searches pop up
Only one starting with the word how

“How do I know if I am having a heart attack”

I skip the beer and run
Until my heart beats so much warm blood into my face
I feel the pump in my lips

If only someone had kissed me just then
Every cell, every atom, every electron
They are all yours.
You've touched me to the core,
Placed this tremor in my breast
That leaves when you leave,
And returns at first sight of you.
And increases with proximity.
All of me, my self, my art,
Has felt your touch,
Every cell sings your song,
And weeps when you are gone.

— The End —