I have him to thank for being here
two blocks down from
where I grew up
the bed I never slept in
with him and how
I've given up the land around you but you move closer in
how many times have we touched the light of day with one another
you in slamming gently off
your alarm clock
over and over again
while I twist at your side
thinking wish I could
just wrap around you
thinking wish you would just get up
an embarrassed morning
on the porch, I'm gone
but I'll be back because I can't quit you
thistles thorns buried
the night before, we sat
ohhh, she hears katie call my name
and I can't see her dyin'
leaning back in my
front seat hands joined
what did that mean