the midwest turned our hands half blue as we turned in. the northwest went roaming, feeling on winds for the sound. the northeastern roads, like old bed frames, bent in to bring us home.
lose all again, how can we lose what we never had?
i never said i had enough, i never said i’d give it up. i broke the bones, unstitched the cuts, end-noted pain, asterisked the love and still it never came and still it came for me. your everything, you’re everywhere.
if i could rearrange i’d trade the better parts of you for the worst of me so everyone could be everything, so you could know how the southwest filled our lungs with smoke as we breathed in. the west winds went running, tearing apart at you.