-in the vein of múm
The life I wanted
in every word
cut loose from your lips
broke on the moss faced side
of stones taken and painted
to dress the front of a house
I lived with
instead of within
and while the marker snapped
and someone called action
while my mouth gaped
mid yawn
in the scene where we were
supposed to have kissed
my only thought was of
the uncut grass and the broken
bits of peach tree twigs amongst
the shriveled and unplucked offerings
and for the life of me, I do not know
why I invited you over
in the first place,
but we're here
and that is enough to make
for an October
better than last year's.
