What else can I really say?
Your taste has slipped off my tongue,
and pulled all the good words with it:
twisting into the carpet fibers and
matted with ashes of dreams and Marines.
Don't come too close
or I may remember everything about you;
far too engulfing to keep mind's pace.
Foolish is she
who claims she can forget it all.
We had eternity paved
with brown glass and fast food trash.
Bleeding, our soles.