everyone I’ve known
all lips that touched mine
fingers secret smell
eyes witnessed my tears
at the rips of ex-childhood
stolen teddy bear
trust encrusted
stop playing that song
devices to remember the leaves
or forget sullen swords
patterns we would walk or patterns of speech
absent no matter what
lost in a gutter
perhaps alphabet city
i see you're tilted wrong. so my head spins down the battered dust road and rolls like tumbleweeds in a black&white old west. or old sadness loitering in the doorway because it doesn’t know where to go. i still remember though, wisps of joy like your hair and hard-handed grip. grits on my teeth far too sweet like cupcake frosting.
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