and the second time doesn't count

that's how many times i
thought about him tonight.
i'm like a jar of
c l o v e r h o n e y
sweet (and often found in tea)
but i m p o s s i b l e to shake which is
possibly the worst way i could be
sometimes i feel like i've got to
make or break away from this blender
i'm imprisoned in
or sit and cry and wait for it to
s . p . i . n
it's not like i asked to
fall
for your figure::
for your front teeth::
for your shadow::
it's not like some
//gOd// descended upon me and took away my overbearing ability to grin.
so push my buttons, baby
watch me
s . p . i . n


we don't talk
we just drive
talking would mark
that we're both still alive
i'm watching my idol through
tourist binoculars
her guitar plays itself it seems
she's laughing and talking her
stature makes me giggle
s p i n n i n g
metaphors and riddles off her tongue like silver raindrops
in the city
in the fall
i will begin

but in the meantime
s . p . i . n