it is on the surface of my tongue
this waiting
in the webbing of my fingers
distraction
the skin of my shoulders
is rounded with
prediction
and behind my knees the cables
seize
do not say genetics
do not say again
it is on the surface of my tongue
this lie
2 comments:
hell of a saturday night you had. the sense of it all does not please me though.
me neither.
friday night though.
. ..my you are quick.
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