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