Kneel

Let’s do a shorter version of you

A shorter version of me

Sit down, and talk about it

The way we talk to one another

using only laughter

Whenever we are talking

I notice, sub lim i nevaly

We are trying to elongate our presences

Stretch out our “self” until we feel sick from the stomach

Maybe something demands of us

Which we are never obliged to give

But give in to, once in a while

I like the back seat of your car

It reminds me of all the things I hate

Black leather, ...I belong in a green field

I am sorry, But’ i’d trade in everything

for a flower dress

Some morning are so good

The body who couldn’t tell apart day from night

Decided to screw both,

lost it’s appetite,

and feel to sleep

I woke up hearing some strange slow spanish song

the words...had left it
and all it was, was a soft melody
accompanying a lonely night