when i call you by your first name
less words than the spaces between them,
weather patterns change
like similes in the wind.
what’s the wor(l)d this time?
are we the same silent sound as that one song.?
never.
again.
.
.
.
let’s shout from rooftops at pool parties,
let’s get lost in crawl spaces as kittens,
let’s never, but never, tell full truths
to the only donors who deserve it.