Lick the potash with contempt I’m made into~a silent frown of balled up yarn and wood grain My cold hands stretch these elastic hours into days that pass two at a time
I lie around trying to make sentences and love myself Contaminated by tinnitus~ as expectant as a dog wearing un-contained excitement then let down when the sun sets without a bone
My heart wound up with bailing wire that works in vain to show how much you mean to me, and aches because of all the fun we’re missing