push

tendrils of infected warmth and affliction
knitting my lungs
eyes tired, shoes untied
the eight ball of a game
I attempted to swallow
lodged in the back of my throat

losing face during rush hour
and repetition
I wanted to end it all
but there’s other parties
too deeply involved
to let go
just yet

sifting though names
I came across hers
I had forgotten how good it feels
to remember a friend
who knows

I thank you for the woody flick
no I didn’t go home
cause I often take the long road
so the bottoms of my feet
grow their own
strapless leather shoes