your mouth is a wristwatch. i stare
impatiently. noticing strange things,
folding the corners of my page-wanting fingers towards you.
the breaths taken
say so much about the situation.
killing children in other counties
while we wait
_
my leftovers get shoved behind your
seat.
it takes a moment to stabilize.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
your mouth is a wristwatch. i stare
impatiently. noticing strange things,
folding the corners of my page-wanting fingers towards you.
the breaths taken
say so much about the situation.
killing children in other counties
while we wait
_
my leftovers get shoved behind your
seat.
it takes a moment to stabilize.
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