Some Trees

Hitting and missing (Mostly missing)
I sit kissing where your face was an hour before
Both spell disaster
With some kind of far-off capital L

But I'll never say it, dear
Like tossing bread at the bird in the park
It's not going to help anything anyway
Or make anything go faster

And I've been sure that she'd be
This ghost that she'd never meet
I'd find her dragging dumb luck
Down cold nor'easter streets

But I've fallen into your arms
Like a collapsed prizefighter, and
So far I'm crawling this year
Like it's going stale

Braced to embrace, I'm all sick-grins in
The corner of the living room, back of the kitchen
And tonight I'm wrapping myself in linens
Oh like gauze and staunching thoughts
From running where they ought not to run

I'm not lost, I could slow it down
But I doubt I can... I can't stop!



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Potrykus
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