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a labor of love minus the love is just a chore

try the tangible
taste the tangles
through yr fingers
let the whiskey run
let this history stain
your hard wood floors
and harness your
resignation to the
revolving door

people come
and people go

so you set your heart down by the waves
so you let your hands sink into someone else
so you tied some promises around your neck
if it doesn’t remind you of the cat dragging the
mocking bird back to the porch before sunrise
then your memory isn’t serving you well right now

i want to spell my mistrust in permanent ink across your sheets
we made this mess ; turn your regrets into bindles

when i look in your eyes it’s the same feeling i get as when i think
about my favorite angle of sunshine cascading across some standard idyls,
but then remember that it’s called a crepuscular ray
and shudder at the name.

the sweeter you grow, the more bitterly i feel myself.

in the end, we’re not frost
the path of least resistance
and the desire path
are more often than not the same thing,
but you didn’t know that
because you didn’t have the words for it yet.