Last Night
in a far away sleep I recognise her from before she never disappoints me though she was never truly mine we sit on the grass in the park eating my mother’s favourite sweet peanut brittle and searching the free ads there is nothing I need then we laugh at the private and confidentials the girl asks me if I have ever truly loved someone then places my hand on her chest swimming through the best of her I am one of the cool kids I see places I will never go to I sit on violence like a broody hen then she wishes me luck when I come up for air
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