you are so far but i can feel the warmth of your fingers through the wall.
you are a star
and i'm afraid that you fell
for someone else's dream.
right where you are
is the center of my world as i know it.
and i'm off the edge of the map.
you are a new love, with the scent of bergamot and liquor, you sprout in my mind with my chest rising and take root when it falls.
you are a new love and you've got
a lot
on your predecessors, and maybe, even more
than they've got on you.
i want to solve you to pieces, untangle your messes, riddle your secrets like a metal puzzle my mother bought me on the fair when i was eight years old, but
you are so far.
you are so close.
you are so you and it sets the room on fire.
they haven't got an ounce of your dignity, darling, no matter how much money runs through their veins.
no matter how much money runs through their veins, darling,
you've got more.
and you know how unimportant material concepts are to me.
now flash your gold and let me get a hold of you.
YOU ARE READING
cough on coffee leftovers
Poetrywhat the gas pipe gave was everything it had left after the car stopped running. mostly black smoke. some gasoline tears to evaporate from the ground. a faint smell of regret.
