you gave me taste and i just threw out your toothbrush
the metal garbage can sprung to life with thick sound
you started going to bed at 9:30 which was something
black that kept a stare
and i shooed it away to hide under a dancer's
tactless love
and it lay there
and it rot
keeping pace with you quite literally
and now i find myself
missing you in the sense that you've rented a car
went on a road trip by yourself and i am
waiting for you to come home
i am nearing the edge of my seat and i
cannot fathom another week of this

i pace like your thoroughbreds