Form in November
Home with no members
Capturing rain in a tarp
Air full of leaving
Walls just for leaning
Lamp shades and shapes in the dark
Put your mouth next to mine and keep me alive
Boxes and bags
That chair from your dad
One anxious cat on the sill
The truck will be fine
Don’t wait and don’t whine
All fabrics turn into sails
Put your mouth next to mine and keep me alive
Worn shaggy carpet
Two bedrooms no heart
It was always headed to pain
Time trips on past
So empty your glass
It’ll hurt but it’s always the same
Put your mouth next to mine and keep me alive
Coffee stains, bed sheets
Gravel roads, John Keats
Car in the driveway again
Remodeled kitchen
Keys in the ignition
When did now become then
Put your mouth next to mine and keep me alive