or you with your ideas about
love, or me
with my fear of open spaces
three weeks of rain and snow and
the subtle way i keep moving closer to
an admission of defeat
look
the brakes are shot and
the washing machine leaks
the concept of forward motion is
something to consider, but
inertia has its own attractions too
woman wakes up on easter sunday,
sets her child on fire,
and what are your options?
what are we really talking about
when we discuss our dreams?
or maybe one of us just wants
the other to crawl over broken glass
to make some obscure point
maybe the drugs we’ve
always sworn by
no longer make us happy
maybe they never did
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