—STAND UP STRAIGHT AT THE FOOT OF YOUR LOVE

traction

oh fuck

   this

day/night

   one a.m.

once again

   pearly fuzz

with a marled

   gray/black

beard

   not unlike

mine now

   bleak as a

murder

   of starved

crows glaring

   everything i

ever hoped

   to say is

tucked

   indiscreetly

inside this

   sacred

morning

   silence

because

   loneliness

is the

  only thing

i ever really

   trust

so promise, please

   to befriend me

when it’s

   all over

in the

  mean time

go ahead and

   grind me

beneath your

   favorite

nike running

   shoe

i’ll gladly

   eat the gravel

and smooth

   every edge

to ensure

   there’s

enough

   traction

for one more

   mile

sweet sweat

   splayed

down your  

   collar bone

like a dozen

   unspent

kisses