Tuesday, November 12, 2024

circles

 eyes and the top of your water bottle

and the nail of your thumb and the scar 

on your ankle, camera lens, and drops

of sweat, mushroom spots, and eight or nine

m&ms. a condom or a shoelace hole or

the sticky bottom of the pan i left dirty.

zeroes and ohs and queues with a tail,

the face of your watch and the pin that keeps

its hands in place, the extra holes in that

belt and the buttons on my stained overalls.




No comments:

Post a Comment

quick poems based on phoebe bridgers new album song titles pt 5

 Bobby Eclectic guitar plays you off. The music always gets louder when you walk away, Maybe just to fill the space you took up. Even when y...