slip of the tongue | cmr

Yesterday's Lunch Date

another one I want to be a song
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you repeat our words like documents
a treatise to use as peace
but your voice runs smooth
and your eyes are open
-don't call yourself a forest with just one tree.

you used to make my legs quake
my heart, it rattled too
my hands couldn't stop finding new skin
and my eyes - they couldn't read you

i ran into your naked wall
the one i shouldn't see
it bruised my eyes, my fingers, thighs
and my legs are now too weak

to wonder where it comes from
-that string of hot and heat
pulling from my spine and toes
to my white and chattering teeth

i used to get nervous
on my way to you
till you fucked me up
you turned me out
and told me you wanted to move.

so yesterday i went back
and i wore my favorite skirt.
i saw your photo on the tv
and i laughed at your couch so pert

if you were a road to something else
i would have worn my boots
and tap danced on the face i loved
to touch, to kiss, to shoot

if i had time to write you this
then time is a waste of space
cause all that's wrong is the missing shake
and splat on the page of my ink.

posted by christen roberts @ 1:16 PM