booted Prius
once full of hope
now forgotten
Dreams about someone
eating me out, who was it?
Once a coworker, once Nick,
but who was the other guy?
On medication
Not married
Not even really
Public yet
Money
Job?
you burn me at both ends
I mean it’s sexy as fuck
but I’m tired of cleaning
wax off the floor
(written in the margins of a work notebook, on Dec 17th 2017, about you)
take some time
to carry the water
and chop the firewood
I long for the time
to carry the water
and chop the fire wood
you are a gift
I want to do well
I want to be humble
and good at repentance