the remains of ensuring I left
either the wordsmith and shutterking
I'm an easier adversary than others
Is that because we can't talk like adults?
We have no place in life for people like us
Simple slamming heartattack cure
please of this getting up to look
I remember you pulling up to the door
Everything gets disheveled so I
organize everything beyond recognition
and I surely haven't seen you in a while
My childlike delight had nothing -
or very little to do - with some cosmic
"fate" but just enough sparring, just
Enough hurt to reel me in when I
was still raw enough to like the slap
of the door always closing in my face
