this morning i am having the urge to
cut my bangs short above my eyebrows.
every time we fight i want to get rid
of something. i want to go home for
a long time and have my mom touch my
hair or squeeze my arm. or on augusta
street mostly asleep with sunday bells
ringing in the rain.
out with my brother lots of times
we'd climb between the barbed wire
fence and our shirt would get caught
on the wire and everything would come
to a delicate still-
that's kind of how it is right now.