on the radio
should I stay or should I go?
your thumb in my mouth
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.