peach

tell me there’s a reason
i sit and speculate
the suitable season
95 everyday
i guess that you choose distress
my stamina will recess
and you proceed clumsily
tripping over the debris
tell me you remember
new york was hot as hell
amity and new ports
we bought them somewhere else
your disregard poked like a thorn
i recite it from memory
as you drag your focus through me
our summer’s indiscretions
they’re fuzzy like a peach
your aid is less assuring
when you can’t practice what you preach
i worked too hard to watch you
fuck it up and try my luck
and i won’t
tell me that i’m right or
tell me that i’m thinking straight
i got caught up and
you’re a few years too late
the bright lights, the beer on your breath
middle school chaos contest
play up the prophetic view
our summer’s indiscretions
they’re fuzzy like a peach
your aid is less assuring
when you can’t practice what you preach
i worked too hard to watch you
fuck it up and try my luck
and i won’t
tell me there’s a reason and i won’t