i swear it isn’t her it’s my attention deficit
I wonder how she stayed so pretty in a place ugly as this
asked her what exactly makes us stay and float and coexist
she said shed fill me in, but then she hasn’t told me since
charismatically she straddles me and focuses our hips
and presses every tiny button I expose for her to hit
from her tippy toes and perfect curls and swollen frozen kiss
to her recognition of love and how you havnt known it since.