Smother me with love,
Scoop up my last breath into
Your China glass hands

Carry it away
To your backseat and let it
Linger on your clothes

Sour lips, cyanide
Seven dollar bills and your
Third busted tail light

Can you count the ways
People count their endless days,
Scavengers of time

Seven million years
Pass in fog on the windows,
And we are alone

Fragile leads fragile
Brokenness binds together,
Sugar and Coffee