that unmemorable second passes where words they have no outlet.
set aside by inches like the miles sewn by a parent.
you say a bed frame is worth finding,
can’t say I’ve been able to stop thinking of my timing.
if there’s another worry who knows if I can bring myself to care?
this isn’t ugly. this is just my season’s best.
those minutes remain where the podium light still works.
new bulbs purchased, park the cars on the curbs.
you said you just made your bed in the morning,
crumbled resumes to see who’s joining.
I yell back a response but I can’t tell if you’re still there.
been at least an hour since the ellipses shuddered and writhed.
I’ve got liquor bottles for pacing, you’re got Greek time.
they said you would blush when you read,
only thing worth saying never got said,
listen to me: this is ugly; this is what you should not wear.
