i guess it's serious, weekend more crisp
and a swollen agenda of open checks, a rash list
of quick voice memos, half speeding air, so i might remember a melody
or the tallness of vowels.
hastened space let loose, falls and handstands, the moment when
all you want is to cause a tiger
and all else slips up boring, with heavy mouthed compliance
and dreams become stark white reality really staining a place once bright
leaving water on the floor.
but i'm still just an overly simple girl that always smiles, has work in the morning, and begs for orange juice over the phone
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