Soft black t-shirts and
the Gasoline Witch?
polishing short zippered boots
smoothing soapy cheeks
shining the wok that was
caked with dark sweet remnants of
And remember some you’d rather not
Come Here Your Not Here Yet
how cheeks can also sting
with tears and toughen from the redness
that burns when they are slapped?
This poem can not be long enough,
It requires all the time that I have
and this day
his longest day
today I know for certain
that there just isn’t any
Always. Always. Always.