what could you want now
four a.m. could be alaska for all i've seen of it.
it would be easy if you would just tell me
from the start.
and you know when i'm talking about.
crashing in a hot bed with too many covers
(that was way back at twelve a.m.)
a lot easier.
but i don't expect you would tell me
or say anything.
you don't, or i never hear, but either way
whether you or would not
i had faith
preached out of me long before twelve.
i already had it preached out.
so i stick to my doubts, quick on the draw.
at least now i believe you could or would
just not to me.
so if not to hear a dismembered voice
what then?
was it for the story
or for the sweep sweep of his breathing
or to notice my headache,
or to taste lethargic honey?
you must have a reason
you must.
it's four a.m. for your sakes.
feb 27, 2007
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