My tired eyes my withered smile
Laugh tearing at the seams
I don't die out I get on
Without my guy
My women and I, we perform
On the sidewalk with our prettiest
heartache face.
We hang our hair down the terrace ledge
We let the wind clasp it
Undo it
Undo us
Where is all the time
Last purple through the cloud, last gap
In the web
Of the widow
Last shred of a net. Last fire
On the clock tower.
We forget
8 feb, 21:50
