a lit cigarette
glued to my ideas.
i'm telling you the truth so shut up.
already you run already you spit
small drops of tears of rain
hang in there
but first. listen.
hang on to me.
until i don't have a point.
until i am spinning out past the borders
until my makeup has disappeared
the last of my crying a smudge on a sleeve
the last time i tried
you couldn't breathe
we were kicking and playing chicken
it was great stuff.
you turned around and faced me.
you folded what was left of my heart
up under yours.
there is safety in numbers.