It's better to back
into you
with all the lights on.
The headlights
swerving
like
doves.
The taillights making devil's eyes.
The **** in the ashtray
and
its
ruby.
It's better to pull into the driveway
while your husband
is
asleep.
He doesn't get up to take
a ****
in the night.
It's better to back into your guest bedroom,
with my back turned,
the boogie man in the closet is a
****** psychologist,
and may just spoil it
if we go looking for him.
It's better to back into the bed,
because I can drink the coffee
in your eyes.
You can sober yourself
over mine
if you want to.
It's better
not to back into
saying goodbye.
It's better to dismantle the brakes
and **** ourselves
over it,
than this constant reversing.
So,
over a slow goodbye
you grind your teeth
because you are no yellow light.
I would like to think
you have thick skin,
but you wear a perfume
like burning rubber,
and I know the backing in
is not your speed.
It's not mine.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
It's better to back
into you
with all the lights on.
The headlights
swerving
like
doves.
The taillights making devil's eyes.
The **** in the ashtray
and
its
ruby.
It's better to pull into the driveway
while your husband
is
asleep.
He doesn't get up to take
a ****
in the night.
It's better to back into your guest bedroom,
with my back turned,
the boogie man in the closet is a
****** psychologist,
and may just spoil it
if we go looking for him.
It's better to back into the bed,
because I can drink the coffee
in your eyes.
You can sober yourself
over mine
if you want to.
It's better
not to back into
saying goodbye.
It's better to dismantle the brakes
and **** ourselves
over it,
than this constant reversing.
So,
over a slow goodbye
you grind your teeth
because you are no yellow light.
I would like to think
you have thick skin,
but you wear a perfume
like burning rubber,
and I know the backing in
is not your speed.
It's not mine.
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