999 Q

got braids
wept against the glass
no your daddy
sees you
he just is a little
too far gone

a disaster in rewind
if it feels the same
as last year
then we’re doing something
something wrong

we could ask a question
but they’re just shadows
of some truth
such abstract terms
and no it’s not good poetry

eat up the time
eat up the time

braids on an airplane
honey
your mother sees you
she’s just a runner
a little too fast
a little too much of a ton