HOME IS WHERE THE BUGS ARE ! ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

time and time and time

love is monotony,
a three-mile drive from here to insanity.
watching paint dry.

love is the sound of dad's pickup,
the rattle of the engine,
the gravel crunching under the tires.

love is a prayer,
said between glossed lips,
and gritted teeth.

love is waiting,
the ticking of a clock,
a stillness in the air.

love is liquor,
sliding down your throat and doing acrobatics in your stomach,
you are warm inside.

love is a playground fairytale,
slide as a carriage,
five year old weddings near the swings,
sealed with a hug.

love is a blacktop in the city,
heat simmering off the pavement,
and voices yelling.

love is brave,
bulletproof,
and jagged.