1208

kissing the radio
rolling up your sleeves
biting the fabric
holding
the i n g

the way you held your head
when sober
and the way you tossed
when gone
when gone
//collapse
now

my mind in syrup
and. my mind in syrup
my hands in putty
I’m holding now

been doing so much
dust and cactus
confidence and sleep
holding
holding
hold i n g
twist

twisting now
so the heat doesn’t come in