brown paper bags, liquid wheat secrets in silver cans, popcorn machines,
you’ve got friends in high- no, low places,
and you say you are floating over countertops, amassing kernels in outstretched arms, i laugh in response.
time is lost in empty theatres, running through bathrooms in socks, kissing on benches in empty forums, you tell me you like that.

i have an awful memory but what i do remember, i remember with clarity… but it’s been months, the seasons warm now - you and i cold.
must it always be a game? is there no pause, no break to this suffering? if not eternally, then just for a moment, give us pause, oh please just give us pause.

since my lips first held bus transfer, coiled and burning,
i have not been able to distinguish truth from falsity. i get lost in the nodes; dream or reality? what are you and what is this?

all is blurred, all is untrue. accusatory, i chase you away - now we are artificial, unsure, bordering on hopeless.

and my god, you’re just a playful kitten, a young cheshire, an old soul trapped in a new body, a reckless body, a calculating head but a reckless body. you are feline and i am your ball of yarn, unraveling with each shove, each blow. my remains become knotted and tangled as you drag me along, and you’re losing interest. it’s nap time.