I lean back against the porch,
with one leg stuck behind me
sure footed, against the wall.
I look up to the left. To
watch the lightning off out
in the distance and feel then
creak to the right to the
broadening
wind against my neck.
I inhale, and exhale through
my nose. And throw my hands
into my pockets. And take them out
again. I write:
"OK. Come here. Break up
with your boyfriend. Call into work"
I'm sticking out my tounge pretty far.
Two hundred and ninety eight miles,
to be exact. There's a boom box
for ya. I know it's early for that kind
of behaviour. And, I know that I've
over analyzed this to hell and back.
But I'd like to see you, alone for a second.
I'll get a hall pass, you come out in five minutes.
I'll prop you up against the bathroom sink
and maul your body like a boy thats been trapped
in a well. Forced to drink stagnate water just
to stay alive.
Just give me a tiny piece of rope.
My dear.
I will take care of the rest.
