wandering antelope headed greasy avenger, i call her
she doesn't pick up
where we left off, we didn't
the problem was always her negativity
remember
the dancing in the fields i ask, she doesn't
'fuckit' is my reaction
on two counts
so after the sex and the walking away, i don't
that's always my mistake
passivity
or whatever judgement decides to call my general mood
following harsh reality there is always an
awkward still stare
not my fault of course, it is
letting it all go and moving on
freedom
within the dark that will never become our world, it's getting there
'fuckit' screams our insubstantial relationship
on two counts
and after the sex and the never giving up, it does
Photo by Adam Peterson. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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