sifting through weathered photo albums
looking for gloriously aged polaroids of places
you have never been.
A place to accept that you don’t really
exist.
Smile for the camera sweet heart,
I rea
jennifer, they lied to you when they said
you couldn’t breath underwater.
I lied to when I said I was hard,
because im softer than a thrift store sweater and
twice as worn in.
I was cast away on
You had such grace in the end.
I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were
but every time I looked at you my mind went blank.
You had the best damn Sunday dress at the end of
the world.
The wall
I still can remember what you did.
Your eyes full of discomfort, bare foot in a
public washroom.
Spill on me your nostalgia like warm water
and cataracts that that fell behind self conscious
eyes.
Hurt
It's never too late to be early or to try
and maintain some scrap of integrity and
certainty…I guess.
But I wont apologize and 1977 was a long time ago.
I dont care how things were I wont apologiz
