It made no sense
unless we fucked in snow.
There were other ways to do it,
there were options,
yes or no?

The field mice play
down by the hole in the fence
where I kissed your insides
and James Kenny was killed last year.

This is more explaining than glorifying
and I can't ration
when I've nothing to divvy up.

She takes the pill-filled dixie cup
and chugs it down,
making the journey that I'm so jealous of.

Like I said,
this has more to do with explanation than feeling,
at least that's the way you've laid things out.

Anyways, we were golden once,
You had cartoon stickers on that plastic mirror,
where you'd check your reflection,
eye-fucking your figure to perfection.

Her ankles twist away
and I can hear your heels clacking down the hall
in the morning.

I still sit here ya know?
When you're off to school, I'm here,
you're room so quiet,clothes spread across the floor and bed.
I sit here.

11/17/2010