706-343-7***

an uneven stone word
round in & out
but still hard to bite on.
(scared it slips out my mouth) 

I miss your hands 
the leather the grease the ink 
the lion on your back wearing your tan.
(staring back at me from the driver’s seat)

I walk with your face 
hallowed from the weight of 
those you know when they see me.
(she’s Shane’s girl isn’t she?)

I know you gotta leave
there are eyes out there
needing you more than me.
(supposedly) 

I spit at your name
cause I barely remember anything 
so I make it up !!!
(Aren’t you proud of me?)