three am monday morning im sure now were losing our mind
how big is your town
i open my fist and
show him
about this big
the brown and yellow
of my glove and the
dried whatever
it looks terrible
i know right
i know
its the same hand i use waving to the departing starry bodies
advice on a napkin they left in a bag i used for school
trust your body to the foxes
i find it years later spilt with grape juice and tobacco
outside my window
a handsome grin
vanishing into the thrushfire
a still twitching
limb in
your
jaws
i open my fist and
show him
about this big
the brown and yellow
of my glove and the
dried whatever
it looks terrible
i know right
i know
its the same hand i use waving to the departing starry bodies
advice on a napkin they left in a bag i used for school
trust your body to the foxes
i find it years later spilt with grape juice and tobacco
outside my window
a handsome grin
vanishing into the thrushfire
a still twitching
limb in
your
jaws