
Tomorrow Never Comes
Cramped feet print the shield Loose rings stab my back Cracked glass still fogs Smudged mirrors don’t hold fast Fingers attach to hips and clutch like doors latch Flanked teeth mirror reflecting moons Past lips that quiver just as toes and thighs do We make out with the radio on We go in after the heat’s gone off I know I can’t go on forever, But maybe you’ll be the one who does Tomorrow never comes When today is celibate Continue reading Tomorrow Never Comes