Eighteen Approach You - Poem by Casey Rock
Your darkness is winding down, leaving cobwebs
while you post at the top of the stairs, and
it smells like cigarettes and form oil-making my
throat swell and my fingertips more than sore...
it fills your groove in the couch like a puddle of
I'd give your puddle a stir.
but i'm busy frantically gnawing on
the headphone cords and moving cars while you
Keep it up! people are falling out of love and
that eases the pressure of the bruise growing and spreading
under the nail
hold on...you're waterproof boots don't even work do they?
Eighteen approach you with forced affection and—
are you still waiting for dinner?
She knows. and those eyes can't even open enough to see her
that glittery inside is losing its shimmer to
marlboro and GMC seats.
The idle wave is crashing around you—rapidly
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