its probably about time
I wrote in this ****** thing
or bothered to write
at all

I had an eyelash on my fingertip
& no clue what to wish
for

you are fast asleep in the
submarine
& you told me I hadn't
had much time for
silence
so I poured a margarita
& listened to you
breathe

my house is clean
but I fear I'm no
longer a
dream machine
instead dancing on the pinpoint
of stability

where did my soul go
if I've had
one?
we're both in the know
& we're both on the
run

is it all in the crook
of your bones
or used up to keep
from being
alone?

when was the last time
I ever did spend on
my own?

mismatched jigsaw
pieces
& burdens to
atone


I must be better
without being bitter
I must be better
without being bitter


I must be better
without being bitter.