These fingers will be your undoing.

Your cotton shirt has pearl-front snaps
and you jeans are buttoned.

(in need of a wash)

Your wallet has worn a square into the back pocket.

Always with a belt
Keys on one of the loops.

Glasses and a hat-maybe a watch.
No- leave that on.

Piled on the kitchen floor.
That's how I picture it

Don't try to stay your breathing.

These fingers will be your undoing.

Homewrecker.

I see fathers
with children I'm glad aren't mine.

Always torn between stillness
and the motion of idealism

Too selfish to choose
and too stubborn to forget.

10:23

I wish transmuting experiences didn't take so fucking long.

3 piece suit.

I can't imagine endless days.
I can't take on forever
without cynicism.

Too much happens in one minute
to commit to anything more.

Now is all I can
(and all I will ever)
be able to offer.

This is not fear.

I'm not proud enough for that anymore.