I'm not sure what to think
when I appear at your kitchen door...

If you've danced in too much rain
and your feet are sinking under...

I want to be your favorite smile,
the one others usually miss and walk...

Your lies are tracks of the past
and though you ran a million different...

I swear I've glimpsed
your burnt orange skin...

-
Arriving as shower's tears...

While I was gone, you wrote a letter titled...
I was not aware that on the edge of tomorrow...

Dearest Peanut Butter,
what have you done to my lips...

I.
It's unspoken boundaries...

I've been
counting...

I have accepted you,
not as an inglorious extension...

and it all comes back
when red and blue flash...