on the radio
should I stay or should I go?
your thumb in my mouth
“The juice is to be in between, not far enough away to lose you, not close enough to risk being seen.”
I’ve been holding this position
Breathing through it
For too long now.
Numb hands, Numb feet.
I look at you and
Decode your
Poker face,
Offer up some tangled
body language,
But you don’t see me.
“No release, no not yet”.
I project myself
Onto your body.
More tangled,
More numb,
Miserably,
Presuming,
Just tell me god
Is there a “yet”?
Tangled forever like
Clementines hair,
Like
My Hair in college.
I cut it all
Off though,
You know.
I’d rather be bald
A Hairless cat
Then tangled up,
Beautiful,
Waiting
Meekly
A dog with my
Leg in the air
Ashamed.