troponin

so here we are, tangled

and wobbles on my lip all shout for
brand new, brand new teeth and
shiny white year. i want so much to fall
and i am, i am and it's hard to
figure out where i stand
this is a marsh

centuries of emotion diffuse to the top
epochs of disaster, plaster, grace
shattered and recycled until
god knows what brings me back to earth
thank you for inviting me
it's nice here

the seven seas gave me seventy days
to run through my grave
and pick up the flowers and scatter them
all over again, so i did and didn't realize
that on my wedding day i'd be
wearing plaid

i can still smell your morning hair
and i wouldn't have given that up for anything
is that stupid? yes, it's stupid.
and i start to shiver but i wring my hands instead
a steady twitching in my heart like
someone tried to make it start
take away the ether and put me in my shoes
i want to run to you.