the tin roof

Anyway, I meet a child psychiatrist on a freshly new tin roof when he trades a 47 for a smooth and talk with him until he becomes a lifesaver, and even after, as I go on to bat my eyelashes for a solitary cigarette. I'm here with a friend. I end up stacking wood blocks carefully under rainbow twinkle lights and hoping they do not fall on our five dollar drinks.

So anyway, 

           there was a time in the fall where I felt warm. There was a time when I was a little wine-drunk pressing against a pillow or a brick wall singing songs like 'nice coat and a white suit and a bb blue seh dan' and i'm stretching now, i'm wearing a scarf and pawing for something like a leaf swinging through the air.

So, well, I remember the little things I would pick for you. 

Anyway, I get a call from someone whose house is on fire and stand with the dog in my backyard, smelling burnt wood myself. I am listening to more folk music now, I am a little bit of a drunk and a worrier.