Snapping cords and dancing veins,
drunk driving and switching lanes.
shackles to imprison, not restrain;
to think i made you my refrain.
mother, i'm sorry. look at this flush and you'll see.
the reluctance that strangles and engulfs me.
february, february; yes i know i quit.
september, septemer. we all know i'm unfit.
mother, your eyes are red. look at my own.
you know it's been a while since i've felt so alone.
how i miss the ache of fingers shaking with nerves
