enough talk about the pine trees

I want your mouth at the bottom of the trap. 
Can I bite down, can I 

Hold on? You must taste like

An entire forest. 

I don’t touch your

Mother or your meanness. 

I scraped my shins on the curb. 

If we got in your car right

Now and drove all night we’d be

Somewhere else by morning

Already feeling our regrets. 

We stay in the city with the 

Lights down low. I only

Think about kissing you. 

I cook breakfast barefoot in the kitchen. 

The tile is like ice. 

I’m in the circle of no sun and

No snow.