have the breaths
acquiesced and
left on my desk
this evening

leave out the parts that
make too much sense
and fill in the rest with
fevered intuition

gripping on the third rail for balance

was it a secret i’d been
plotting this heist for years
or was it a need to know basis
since by all accounts
it was better when
you didn’t need to know
and i only told the one
so i know who to blame

this love has been condensed for clarity

blame it on a misfired synapse
only if you truly must to sleep
cognitive dissonance if anyone asks
but it isn’t that deep it’s just us as we