A Sunrise Birthing a Sunset
Written with my friend, Ward Clever. You can find him here:
You were the best ending,
A sunrise birthing a sunset.
The rain, my mahogony after birth.
The sun melting the snow
Rising up in vapors
Casting wispy shadows on the ground
The night, my freedom
Blew my curtains back from the window.
Like a breathy wind moving the back of a cotton dress.
On a clothesline behind a lead painted chipped house.
Troubled eyes looking for the source
Finding it in you
Shaming everyone with the accusation
Mocking yourself with your reflection.
And delusions of grandeur.
When, inside you must feel small and
As inadequate as gum underneath a
The smell of you,
Do you even realize
How much you resemble a tiny creature
Working the controls of a being
Pretending to be a human?
Almost got it
I am thankful for understandings and departures.
For spam numbers and blocked contacts.
I won’t be pinned tight to your clothesline of bullshit.
Swinging next to similar models.
I won’t wear the smell of your sweat.
But, instead, his cologne, his sweet breath.