sunday morning

i cried
but you couldn't

last night
scooped up my brains

a heavy xanax-induced sleep
let bygones be bygones

i hope

can we move because the film
was as silent as cashiers

a lot of things
i want and want badly wherever

motor on little one i demand a world
sundaymorningless without syllables

whoops accidentally left dressy shoes
that claim to unlock the gates of eternity

toothbrush mouthwash etc
it's all good can do nothing 4 me

the song of your stay between me
everything cellular to reach me

to talk soon possibly let bygones
spiral down this evening over clouds

i'll bring some of me
if you whatever wish