carpet meets wood follow the seams out of living woom heavy unease scribbling out *several* *hundred* thousand apologies
severed routine, nodding to frontman’s thundering relief all things complete we wait for someone defensively, aggressively, mocking our sentimental shit, calling himself your boyfriend
heart pacing streets unfurling edges at thoughts of things
from all our strength to leave
from every embarrassing
sloppy dumb party routine
to walking home as three
stay out till five, two frozen stacks of the kindest eyes = every good thing superimposed here unwavering transience, let everything for once, circumstantially, come to work out for me? please? from walking home as three?