late late late!
late for a date,
your lover is every appointment you've ever had!
im so sorry, sweetie, you say,
and take out your id.
there was just so much traffic,
and my car wouldn't start, you apologize, stalled at the check in counter with roses in hand.
theres a danger to redheads
their freckles arent souls but beware
if they ask to have your name
red to white to red; life to death to decomposition
theyre of a lost breed, of softly whispered promises, of favors
theres a danger to the wild ones
if you are reading this
i am alive
through these words
that may escape your mind
but lingered for just a moment