if i drink enough
will you come out of this headache?
will you befull?
have a heart again?
will it beat and sink with the wind
become lost like a wave in a cup?
i forgothow to write
becauseyou left me
all the words left
come out of my head
bring a pen
bringa small flower
of your choice
between your teeth.
when we travel together to find the four sages
part of my soul
is the color of your hair
full of stirrups swung round your feet
we ride each other
you face the other way
at all concerts
some find it alluring
i find it psychopathic
the desert didn’t do well for your sandbags
it was coming out of your mouth
we had to ask passersby
to grab a cup
and throw it to the birds
it took 3 months to get all of it out
your teeth look slightly more red
you are always falling in on yourself
vinegar splashes keep you awake
and i help you sleep
rubbing cottonmouths on your temples
to tune it all out
and we never found the four sages
in the sand.