thick on
my tongue like caramel I remember it well all sweet and sugary
kind of like
your hair in the sunlight windblown and static
your
name
withheld from
memory and baited for the hook and the line like Pilate washing his hands
after fucking
an 8 year old.
Mary's not
coming home anymore so you might as well cry
because her
home isn't home anymore for you because her home is in her head
her
head
like all the
friends I'd thought I'd lost in the lemon flavored summers two three four
years ago
after fucking
high school.
maybe the
friends I thought were friends weren't friends afterall
kind of like
you saying you loved me in the blown wind cold
a
lie
engraved carved
stamped embossed burned into me like the torah on fire in god's hands
before the
fall.
but what could
be sweeter than the bitterness between us like alectric charged air
it shocks
infants and annoys cats with its searching for ground
ground
grounded
like what I need
to be in the end when I wake up numb and sad and can't remember my name
after being
alone too long. |
