It's been months inside of this feeling that when you pull hard, things get wet and now again you have someone who misses you in the morning. Paying for metal; sitting in your kitchen too bright to freeze. Give yourself a break to breathe and instead forget and leave. Clean love on the cheese knife. The nerves turn the lights down. The music is moving and even in the morning your eyes bring another mans' down to the floor. You make the people in the back of your heart collect the cans. Always getting the things you need whenever you can.
You want to melt today. And the next rotary you will circumnavigate in the back seat shifted silence that smooches you into the car door and you can't tell if it's your mother driving your memory in circles or a dream.