Who deserves the shopping bags
the millimeters in between the gags
and the sleep swims in between the hags
the interstices between the drags.
The big spaces of asphalt
and the boots between the human faces
the little bits of action and fault
the little bits of rocks and hard places
the little bits of understanding
that it's all a little bit of places
and faces and film strips and
a little bit of
"I love you" regardless
and "why does this keep coming up"s.
Charm me and
I wills. For my own sake do
not be mistaken.
