by the night sky that seeped in through your backyard
and sucked out any regret we had been feeling
the words pour now like melted icecaps in alaska
and believe it or not,
they thawed out the glacier that became my body after
the storm took everything and gave me that much more
i speak to you now from the space between spinning fans
from the sound of noisy typewriters
and spinning chairs and stool with no levers to turn
the sound is not enough to keep these thoughts busy
you are beneath it all, you lie beneath it all
in this empty room
with the cracks in the walls
where the rain seeped through
the keys between your fingers, you are always running for the hills
the spirit is beneath you
but i could spend more than months just waiting for you to
unwrap me
and
take me
for all that i am
like i do for you
i like this mess
the dirty floorboards
the stench that lingers in walls
the smoke in your hair
making us forget and
reminding us
of the times that remain inevitable:
when we’ll say that we will talk
and we won’t ever
lose touch
but then we never follow through, leads us to those hazy days
and what does it matter either way?
if it is love or hate
or the same old sin right where you left it
now the spirit has left you
and all that remains are the words
i have yet to say,
swallow,
or burn on your forehead
