what happens now
save every voicemail
not that his tone would have been forgotten
but to hear him call me
tweety
as many times as i can endure the playback
save every voicemail
not that hers isn’t comforting in the present
but just in case
doll or babe
just
in
case
a way that i had never existed until now
wtih this type of
tugging
torturous
terror
without any or all of them
what happens then
what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as
the magic of a fresh cut i am literally lighter though not by much my shoulders have less to lug my neck has less to
write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing
peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!
is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would
you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love
