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Comfort Unwound me; I never thought About what I haven't got, About what I know That I'm doing wrong But you You make me nervous; I'm going to break Dizzy beside you; I don't want to breathe Around you; I want to be more And I want you to see it

it's more like air filling than water filling-- kneecapping the lonely is buoyant. you don't know what you've given me-- I've broken out of the end; I've lost the gravity, the wringing of empty; bells of clarity toll sincerity-- I wish I could ask you home.

not enough poems have drawn the poison out they itch and itch getting to some of it but words luxuriate the wound and I lose track and heart but in them there is still healing

what will my head do when we're crossing? it wants to be able to hold you there, looking for a handrail, an assurance constant it wants confidence in vulnerability and audacity it wants equal footing and the win of free-fall it wants to keep you for a poem later, a violet snack, a seductive tidbit, mine all mind, sold maybe, in a lie, changed enough to change the subject what will my hands do? what choice will I have? they'll reach they'll learn

Moving in the dark, Hands on the walls, Nails chattering down the smokescreen If I wasn't smiling, I was mad at you; A hard line Between the two Confused Whenever I burned with both You spoke your thoughts Like golden guardrails, Though it was the beginning Of knowing nothing You acted like you knew All there was, And you said the same thing About me When the sadness Was winning And it's never gonna be fair... It was Living like leaping Into a frozen well, While all else Was spring, That Was learning, Was shame

Morning, The body Sleep-spun taffy, Lipping time That I don't have, Rumbling out, Highways Like broken lungs, Kidding The modern dimension

I put out fires before they burn We sit by the damp logs hungry in the dark Counting the seconds between shivers We count between thunder, too We don't count I-love-yous I don't count on pulling through But I didn't get a chance to ask you How you got to where you did I shoot myself in in the foot And cry about running late I still call it a second chance Even when It's the tenth And you haven't said sorry I want what I can't keep I want to love myself But if I don't now I can't say I will then And I'll have to do this all again I don't like goodbyes Or hellos How'd we ever get close? 'Maybe it's better Like this,' I say But that's how it starts 'It's not better,' Screams my heart

I don't recognize any of these houses I walked too far the sun told me no more promises and I'm afraid it won't wait much longer to set I try to remember how I got here it felt better when I started caught up in being angry at the truth I forgot my nerve and got nervous please, come find me like you always do find me like you... walking barefoot in the grass has never felt so stupid the night holds no punches I guess when it comes to regret neither do I there's too much traffic last minute purchases chasing something are they looking for something to hold tonight? everything tastes like burning concrete and the heat never leaves but there's a limit to where it can reach at the end of our street I want to start running but I'm a coward I know when I'm finally inside I won't have anything to say

Dreaming in claustrophobic thoughts, of motion, and hands, of his, and of mine, if I can make you real enough... I can't breathe and I don't want to; I'm Almost, and my steps waver, stirring, at the end; the end steals something I didn't have In the vacancy, I've accepted the rustling, the lying, the convincing, the ease of it, over and over Nothing else pays, maybe his laugh, maybe tomorrow, maybe the dishes and towels stored up, the plans made and neutral, maybe the words of other days Help me get to sleep

You never told me that you could sew quite so well, have me in stitches...