it's the little things
that are worthless and meaningful
it's the harder days
that stay steady in my heart
like a drum line
or a line of coke
i have two hands
both shaken and shamed
since i took you to that back room
and we played that game
of care without the other word you use for "fuck"
you said, "i love you"
that is what you say when you feel good,
i guess one time is enough for you.
