I'm pinching what's left
holding it together with the only
strength I can conjure.
Your lack of effort here feels cold like
wires in my bed.

I am cleaner now but emptier.
I want this clock to keep the hours rolling.
Maybe trade 60, for something more like 25?
I can see the terminal in my head I can feel the
anxiety in my veins.

I have always wanted to be this brave.

Something crossing

This beverage of choice soothes the wound.
Everytime I smell that I think of you.
Or, weird. Remember the first time you smelled marijuana?
and you realized you recognized it?
Almost.

In a car there is a lot to think about.
There is a side to driving that,
sometimes I don't prepare well enough for.
It's not really the part of being trapped alone
eating for 3 hours.

How many hours could you spend in a room?
An elephant never forgets.
Tissues filled with your allergens remain crumpled along the bed.
Have I mentioned, you are a saint.