I’m all in a fuffle
Eyelashes all stumble, exhausted
Passed out on flushed skin
Words all mumble,
all glad I caught you I’m in love with you what? Never mind
My meaning’s been hiding under the tip of some neighborhood tongue.
Hanging out on the store front
Chewing up langues de chat
Cigarette smoke and unsalted butter
I’m not mad at you
Got no reason But I ought to.
It’s probably on the tip of my tongue, too.
All twisted up from missing you
And nothing tastes the same these days.
Gone all crimson, metallic
Left all my modifiers misplaced, you did recklessly.
I blame the water
The rust of the pipes
Where the iron prayed for oxygen
Turned the faucet drip to wine
It ages in the barrel of a man’s body.
The hymns that the radiator sings all night keep me awake
Breaks against plaster when it’s complaint heats to argument
The tin echo of domestic dispute in a rented apartment
The war between the wear of winter and the drywall
The story of a lover that crumbled.
It’s been cold here.
Raining all the time.
I’ve got nothing but raindrops to tell you.
And that the skin of my elbows is cracked,
Revealed all of my bricks.
And that I miss you.
Can I just come home now?