Somewhere sunset sat high on the brim of a hat and I
sat on the rusted bumper of your lawn ornament
car, flipping through text messages to see
if you decided to get back to me or not.
If you need a lawn guy, I know a guy.
The grass is itching the back of my knees
while I watch your front door paint peel.
A tough afternoon and a hike and half
for what? I remember when you first said
all she needed was a new transmission
because you couldn't dismantle it yourself.
There was supposed to be tea. Did you forget about
the arrangement was set up for Monday.
Days off coinciding and the birds in your overgrown trees
keep chirping "he's lying." I trust you.
Practicing flipping cigarettes from the soft pack
I take a minute
to finger scrawl "KP was here" in crown letters
across the windshield where Spring pollen
has not gone away yet.
The weather has been stupid dry.
Kicking in your headlights
makes me thirsty, but I stick around.
Remember that time we
damn near took teeth out of our mouths
over who got to piss first? I never wanted
to pee so bad in my life and it makes me
laugh pissing through the driver side
where you shot your twenty two clean through
both windows.
I know you're home.
Do you remember what a skipped rock sounds like?
It doesn't sound like a loose brick through a window.
