all the quiet is making me
hear
the words i never heard
you're making paper mache stars
out of two dollar bills and atm reciepts
coffee tables are for feet
not coffee
then you said that hearts
are for looking
not loving
but there is care
in the places you dare not
all the ways of people in yr pocket
that you bind yourself to
maybe you should wash those jeans
with all those fucking memories
a stain never leaves
but it seeps into the farthest part
you only go to
when things are this quiet
when you busy your hands
needlessly.
