her balled up pink underwear
plugs a small leak in the shower stall
I slide down her lash
and look her in the eye.
that hot summers still happen
and quiet mysteries are created by the young
is no surprise
and she is so young
a contradictory cynic
with more love than her heart can hold.
I used to have a sense of belonging
in the place where mistakes are made
but now my lies rest up against her easily
and there’s little left to defeat.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Tanning The White Band