You don't know how that touches me
hearing the fight a floor down and a floor
away. Walking around my truck
happy to observe her
and then asking if I feel like getting kept
once our eyes match up across the bed.
You don't know how that kind of love
squirrels my nerves and I go back eyed
into "hello, it's nice to meet you this morning" tonights.
Someone is screaming a few blocks over,
domestic, and someone is screaming
at the corner ballistic. Hunt down and dee stroy.
Not today. Not right now. Not ever again.
Strings singing to the tune of well.
You're doing alright kiddo. You're done nothing wrong
and the man in the hedges two blocks off
keeps nodding and,
for Christ's sake, orange moon before the clouds,
the night has not lied to you.
