man, this time lady year
I was soaking my feet
into new thoughts
of you
while laying my head to rest
in old memories
of her
January
always a blur
of residue unrest
Head cocked and tilted
Towards wounds and names
that I wanted to forget as soon as my
tongue hit their pavement
working on erasing
while sitting crossed
on a stranger's living room floor
Serpents
repent