he created this…asking questions we already knew the answers to. I reassured him, made a way for him — now he leaves town and just washes the dishes goodbye.
key under the mat. disconnected rings. just giving them back to me to carry the weight — to own and hold — no responsibility, leaving me to answer.
your obligation is traffic helicopter — part of the job. apparent and away. i want to disappear in it, legs in motion…face towards the opposite direction.
ignoring outside attentiveness, a strong smile and giving hand.
he gets angry at yellow lights.
cut off sleeves, cut off dreams from being with another.
i’ll just keep pushing away — forgiving myself. self-inflicted pain.
how your eyes are like the 4th of July, bright on blue. electric sky.