distance matched

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

of hurricane.

hang in there

but first. listen.

hang on to me.

please always

until i don't have a point.

until i am spinning out past the borders

until my makeup has disappeared

skin un-ironed.

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

and reading

into things

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.

baby.

shrug.