I can’t tell the difference anymorebetween closing upor wanting out.
Homecoming tastesof caffeine laughter,swindled plans andthe scent printer parchment makes
I had a goose pebble one time.A marble egg, it wasmercury in an oval.
You remind me of a song I lost,loaned from scrapbook margins.
We don’t go backto yesterdayno matterhow we stumble.