Last 3 letters of the spring

You can’t love someone into being ready

and I know I know

They aren’t here because I am 

and I know I know

They aren’t running because I am chasing 

and I know I know 

They aren’t leaving because I am staying 

something’s broken

The third eye drops down, sinking 

testing my immunity 

against the same old same old

Wish me luck, babe

I might be godforsaken

I am so in love with you, I just want to lie down in the middle of the street

and cry 

That street, yes – let’s just agree you stay on your side and I stay on mine

unless it’s you who’s goddamned 

had you left on time…but you lingered

doe-eyed, dog-tired, love-making turned into something 

more foreshadowed

eyebrows high

grinning up at me

Had you noticed on time…but you must get rid of everything now 

the parsley in your fridge 

my half-empty vanilla body milk 

something’s broken

The third eye drops down wide-open

testing my immunity 

against the same old same old

Wish me luck, babe 

I might be godforsaken

sex is better when you rail

sex is better when you’re drunk

sex is better when you’re young

sex is better when –

when IN LOVE 

doe-eyed, dog-tired, love-making turned into something 

sadder

You said you weren’t ready 

What about now?

If I dissociate hard enough

I can pretend I had fun

…

There, there