Sometimes I think my love is resting
on the couch from the sidewalk
picking 'part polyester nesting
an undulating thrum manifesting
I'll tell you at the kitchen table
that I've been nowhere lately
In the park across the street
is where we skip your track meet
my legs damp from where we sat
Now in the cool centre of December
with no personal effects to speak of
you tell me a story I'll misremember
Is there power still, an ember
your boss holds your check again
and I call him up and quit for you
Close my eyes for a second
your nails like little almonds
where they touch my cheek
you lift away and I fall asleep.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
Sometimes I think my love is resting
on the couch from the sidewalk
picking 'part polyester nesting
an undulating thrum manifesting
I'll tell you at the kitchen table
that I've been nowhere lately
In the park across the street
is where we skip your track meet
my legs damp from where we sat
Now in the cool centre of December
with no personal effects to speak of
you tell me a story I'll misremember
Is there power still, an ember
your boss holds your check again
and I call him up and quit for you
Close my eyes for a second
your nails like little almonds
where they touch my cheek
you lift away and I fall asleep.
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