More prose of mine today

Words that stick

We heard the snow lace under black leather when we set down our hearts full of sips of language

that went strong against this light falling imagine the night could only cover this cover sleeping

off a cold drunken shoulder around this street we could have eaten our hearts out with words

too tough to chew again and again we could have eaten the boot that we got to make our own

traction instead we stayed silent hearing blank hours fill what would be our cup of tea gone cold

we had taken a drink with ears made of wax inside and out making textbook conversation wait

until morning then sweeping like we always do how to walk again

s.m.g.

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