wait a while
didn’t know if I could, oh,
sister, my bruises taste like a craving, something missing from my bones. the old pavement has got something missing too, something’s been gone since my third grade.
oh, streetlight, starlight, nightlight, pacing beyond the window. sullen and silent, mouth curved to an oh.
didn’t you know? that ache in your bones in an old one, old as your soul.