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We sit:
a hill lined with rusting train cars and the sunset,
tonic and a shot of thought of
you.

Boats beach themselves,
nothing and nowhere to be.
The best times of our lives are the in-betweens, but
we won’t know that
for another hundred years.

Your tongue was forked anyway—
all we did was split it in two.
This doesn’t stop me from being impressed
by how well you speak with a broken jaw.

For every car that passes, I wonder:
where they’re going and
if they really think it’s what’s important.

Listless, having spent the night in limbo
(the Holiday Inn was full),
I’m disappointed it’s too damp for your ash
to burn this bruising forest down.

What good’s a cigarette
without the inferno?

I’d rather be a disappointment
than nothing but
we’ve only been what
we always were.

Ducks die and the lake shivers,
the pearl reflection of your glass house
coalescent.
Tonight,
none of it’s helping any of us,
but we’ll all go through the motions,
pretending otherwise.

Description
We sit:
a hill lined with rusting train cars and the sunset,
tonic and a shot of thought of
you.

Boats beach themselves,
nothing and nowhere to be.
The best times of our lives are the in-betweens, but
we won’t know that
for another hundred years.

Your tongue was forked anyway—
all we did was split it in two.
This doesn’t stop me from being impressed
by how well you speak with a broken jaw.

For every car that passes, I wonder:
where they’re going and
if they really think it’s what’s important.

Listless, having spent the night in limbo
(the Holiday Inn was full),
I’m disappointed it’s too damp for your ash
to burn this bruising forest down.

What good’s a cigarette
without the inferno?

I’d rather be a disappointment
than nothing but
we’ve only been what
we always were.

Ducks die and the lake shivers,
the pearl reflection of your glass house
coalescent.
Tonight,
none of it’s helping any of us,
but we’ll all go through the motions,
pretending otherwise.