Furniture

Lip balms are like Bobby pins are like the versions of you I came to know. I Started with several, then lost them all with time. Do you think if I stick my hand underneath the couch cushion I’ll find something I never had to start? I pull my furniture apart to be sure, though the gesture is just that. I had a dream I met your new girlfriend in a hurry. She said she likes your beard and your weekends upstate. She has a wine zine she’s turning into a book while you work to pull your tiny yard apart, Putting it back together with care and ease.

The ebb and flow sounds nice, Her solitary composition and your manual labor. I imagine you’re still writing songs and short lists, ones for shouting into the abyss. In this dream, I’m late for something or it’s that I pretend to be. i leave wishing her good luck with her manuscript, though I don’t think either of us believe my words. They fall from the corners of my mouth, like maybe my face is a faucet with a slow leak. Small disingenuous sentiments making their way out of my body in search of a more welcoming home.