I'm your kink
in your phone cord
a misplaced finger
on your guitar
cat hair
on your favorite black
sweater
too early in the morning to wash
and I can even
sense your anger
when you throw my
wrinkles
against walls
of the house
built
on the foundation
to what was strong
but turned to a mobile home ride
through a twister
in the summer
When it was easier
and we would give
up sleep and get it
the next day and lose
our letters but I'd
make it up to you by
writing them for you
and you would do the same
with your music
Staring
looking back at myself
reddened eyes and of the shelf
unbearably
with a hardened assured pain
that even tylenol can't help my lose the gain
rocking
back and forth as if to shake it
trembling to find a hole to fit
my body
Future sneaks up on to me with
Sunday far behind it
I cry to stop time
so know I need no clock
and all I want is you
then living seems so easy
with all your weight on me
but below my surface
I feel afraid without you
because my heart is hollow
you make holes fill
with your burn
Would you look
at what you have me involved in tonight?
I'm losing interest in
music
of all things
you told me
you said to me
when I had to go
"I'll call you before Friday"
It's Friday night
and I want my turn
why should they have you all week
to themselves
when all I ever receive is a life report?
I want a real turn
Meghan's sleeping
so try not to let me wake her up
the sound of
paper folding
this pencil's scratching
all because tonight you wanted
to be nice
I bought it
but now I'm
sixteen seconds away from the customer service line
with a return
it's defective to me
and effective
Last night
when they weren't so far ahead of me
eyes heavy
red
I looked up
my feet crunched
in the snow
and I watched
as my tears came to
and remembered
their place
there was a plane
that disected the sky
coming so close to the moon
I asked
commanded them
that if they were traveling
South
home
Tennessee
to tell you there's a girl
with a funny accent who loves you
I knew you wouldn't be hard to find
Your vacancy now
knowledgable
that perhaps I was right
or maybe I've really lost it this time
what I can't comprehend though
is how you have green such a distinct scent
like pine or mint
belonged to the dirt
greedy dirt