weigh myself

2993c352732d530ffe8de612e37a3a8f

He told me nothing rolls into the station on time,
I get the better half
stale bread and macramae.
He gets my notice in the mail
numb fingers,
morning eyes.
The bones ache where they’ve been broken before
in cold
river water in Colorado,
hotels in Beijing.
Our record collection doesn’t feel like a collection anymore.

I’ve heard the only things worth counting,
are what you cannot count on.
Even songs get broken
verse
chorus
verse.
I weigh myself against
couch cushions
cat food
your broken bong in the corner.

On the train we forget to eat lunch
I get sick
fall asleep
forget where we’re going.
Our hotel rooms were always haunted.

I would love to hear your thoughts...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s