lefty

Last night
you were trying to send me messages
I was too tired to receive them

I'm awake now

staring at a few too many lesions

every one like a petal of faith plucked off
and laid quietly at our feet

I think the wind will come soon
and wash them away

The Right Time:
the two hands on this clock
roll around of their own accord
bowing and sprinting in separate seasons

honestly
it's a shock that they sync up even twice a day
and funnily enough,

it seems that whenever
they do come in range

one or both has their head turned
the other way

passin' by

but time does not change. it will wear you
like a beautiful new dress from a corner boutique

wear you

like a hand clicking, clicking, against the same
gear
until it finally decides to softly remove itself
from your face

worn