the
the
I heard the bells and
whistles
How tastefully they’d shear
my ends
and loosen me
How I wanted to see New York with you
again.
I had mere seconds
to impact,
The sheen and shimmer of the world
with its knife slicing me through,
dripping me down,
measuring my effect in
coffee spoons.
So frayed,
I wrestled the
suck,
to remember
remembering you.