don’t worry, baby
i see you
and me
what we are
could be
together
in the cut
taking care
to tear everything down
but each other
what an undeniably fine pair we make
but what looms larger
is what we will never be
uncooperative past lives
casting shadows
over unison laughter and room service trays
don’t worry, baby
i’ll never wear your shirt and wish for you
i won’t read the messages or answer the phone at 4 am when the brown liquor is speaking on your behalf
as an act of mercy
will you please pull your fedora down
and cover your dark eyes
so i do not have to pretend
that i don’t see the way you look at me
as we sit by the window
able to be opened just enough
to save us from the fire
release our smoke rise
but not to fall from this height
never fall
i promise not to fall
in love
don’t worry, baby
3 replies on “four stories above grand avenue”
What a promise as if you have a choice. 🙂 Nice flow of words.
Right? I’m out the window. Thank you…
🙂