listen, now—
you nevermind
what the past says
my alarm clock is set to love
...
I’m cleaning the house today, love,
because it’s snowing outside
and that I understood when you said
this was wrong
...
my problem is that i try to hold onto slippery things.
and you are an eel
at three in the afternoon, or in the early morning, it’s always the same:
the sting that lingers on my skin is your devotion to me
...
you win some, you lose some)
You'Ve Been Warned
listen, now—
you nevermind
what the past says
my alarm clock is set to love
and I’ll hang up three or four layers of curtains
to block out
your blond glare
and I’ll stand naked in the intersection of Broadway and Penn
directing traffic with a high-heeled shoe
before I’ll let you break into my kitchen
and start messing around with
what I see as crazy enough
to hold dear.