Apparently I Wrote This…

My baby, why do we keep on moving?

Which of us needs to go and hates to stay?

I smile, you wink. We hold hands. We hold each other. We can’t hold still.

I eat, you go to work, I work my body, you work the cards. I talk, I buy, I wash the floors, the sheets, the dishes, your uniforms smelling of cigarette smoke and other people’s vices.

The phone rings, the phone buzzes. I’m alone.


About mayafishsticks

Since I turned 20, it's all gone downhill.
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