will succumbs to quests of others
a purchase in kind for tattered words
leaving on trails hardy, a few wishes
I've but one.

when I've done letting others seesaw between my ribs
gathering coins paltry for sweat
ingesting pulses assorted, not my own
breaking heels on melting tar
seeing another's dream grow taller
swallowing possessiveness
accepting ultimatums and
then, can I come to you.