The coins we carried to Kansas trailed out of my hand,
And the ink started dissolving into dirt.
The air we shared tickled into my lungs bit by bit,
And with every reckless ransom we ached to be hurt.
The rates went up and the dares fit the outcome
I clasped the cable for trials and closed it in my car.

Your hair was coiled in light
And my teeth grit
Inch by inch we were closer to Thailand
Trying on reasonable laws
But the flare we shared was ticking,
You wore the laugh wrong
In the light pictures.

Kids clinched the nighttime,
Clicking the fringe on the layers of warmth.
The incoherent sounds pushed from the lullaby
But we understood the raw reason for rhymes.