you promised me mountains
while we dozed
in our sunday best,
even though we never touch
on religion.
i can hear your lungs like
thunder, it is sick of
this place
just as much as every
person who
just wants a taste
of summer with its
heavy humidity and
pregnant skies
daring to give birth
right on top of us.
some of us beg for
the rain,
the pollen covers our magnetic
skin.

that's how i felt when
you left for a sunshine
second.

our zones were tired and
nervous that we couldn't
hold on for much longer.

so i wait.
i can't tell you how many
glances down to my feet
it took to turn off the
faucet that was about to
bust out of my tear ducts
and nasal passage.
it was pretty gross.
but so was the train tracks
across my toes,
i'm pretty sure i didn't see
that thick metal
through the peripherals.
but hey,
i could have just blinked.
or i'm blind.
these eyes are seeing double,
as if i had a strong swig of
battery acid.
it's okay, my mama always said
it was best to sleep it off
my shoulders and
write it in my spine for
another day.
and so it goes,
i'll pull down the covers and
let this fossil bury
down in my
ribs
so one day, i
could read you to
sleep.