again (x4). it's up and down. it switches. bad and good, good and bad. one step forward, two steps back. i've been laughing for so long. i liked it better before.
this town makes my mind slow down. lines in my face like highways now. chasing breezes, kicking boulders. and all of the while just getting older. . i leave pieces of paper.
they'll never find us. painting a self portrait. painting ourselves into position. we'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug. my face is pushed against the glass.