all I can thin k about is touching my index finger to my thumb
to make a circle

the three left extended

where
where
where did the appeal of everything go

?swept down the river of fermented potatoes and unanswered text messages

and the time differences between me and your arms.

You couldn't say sorry enough.
You couldn't say sorry enough.
to make you remember not to do it again.

I'm over the concept of a tumultuous relationship. I'm winded. Spine wounded around my bed.

Grasping for air.

You couldn't say sorry.
Enough.
I'll be kissing somebody's else's freckled shoulders when you call next.