sore joints.

reactions unstirred, yet attentive to the things that i can

touch around me

sensory like a child

how to let yourself love so foolishly

squandering my well-being away with a kiss to a beautiful stranger who haunts my porch

and who's rumble-down engine fills my thoughts every time i see the jet black shine in the late afternoon

pools of oil on my white driveway

luster like a black; streaks of pink and

yellow

for we were not that simple

so the stains remain

and i scrub myself clean

living loud

so i can forget the sound

of your ego revolving around plastic rotation of a flimsy desire

let me be

so i can learn to find that beat within again

sans you

independently lifting cupboards far too heavy and keys too foreign

for my fickle fingers

and wrists askew