i could be your desert baby
barefoot in the bathroom
i could try and make you breakfast
so that you feel better
the weather
never changes when i want
it's been so many months
the feeling like we're both wanting to pop
only when i'm in the street
i'm running to get home
so i can wait for you to call
seven at my door
i feel alarmed
when i'm with you
when i kiss you
i feel part of myself slowly slip away
snow falls
but it doesn't settle
how long until the end of winter?
the end of forever?
i want to feel again.
lorna wrote me a sweet letter
asking how i was
i said i'm working hard and i am
drinking lots of coffee
but you're so heavy
i didn't tell him what you did
i feel just like a kid
can't tell the things apart from what they've been.
maybe just because it's cold
we feel we're getting old
is nineteen years too long to be alive?

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