Terribly Overgrown
:piano sounds:
it’s always easier to text me or email
I don’t do in-person things too well.
The people you know are shades that don’t
glow…like a sick man’s bedroom… like
a dormitory floor. You can disinfect and
sweep away crumbs, and they may shine
for a moment in time. Function over form
tells me they’ll all be dirty once again.
I wear a tattoo on my arm…of a fox in fox
clothing…in a suit showing off his teeth.
And when nature and class meet,
these will be the crossroads set
out before me…running into woods.
We are lines walked…
Roads we took
When all roads
Looked bleak and alone.
I miss people…people I used to know, back in
backyard afternoons spent on trampolines and
in basements. I miss not knowing where to put
my hands or who was fair game.
One day, I drove back to that backyard when no
one was home…I found it terribly overgrown.
