Your voice always sounds
A little deeper across an hour and five minutes
Through wetmore and up hardscrabble
You say you've been trying a little less
That's okay, I think.  I'm so different to you and
You're so different to me, you say maybe I've never loved and I recall how weightless Chaz felt on top of me on his sheet-less mattress and
wondering if love would always feel this way--quick and dry, as if i
were a speedtrack and him a flippant driver burning rubber
and spilling his load on the side of the road.

you can always say no to me
What I meant is if you kissed another girl and
Started that long descent, falling for some irresistible wile--
I would know that you were finally touching someone who might know what she wants

If it's meant to be, it'll happen.
You're explaining something about the plant in Salida, chocolate chip cookies, Bulls. Your voice is gravelly and tired and about us--you begin, with a pause.

About us, about us.  

before you even hang up I'm considering
The dynamics of waiting and patience and changing,
have a good night, dakota. I say it twice, you've already
confronted my fear of losing you.