Reid@YWP

You kissed me like how you eat 
apples with mundanity and matte eyes. 
Your bra clasp is a cracked wishbone 
held by a child’s birthday prayer.

"Please explain a tree,"

I ask, and before

The natural silence of pondering, 

The chirping of thought as woven melodies,

The rotation of gears churning into place,

They sit in the back of the bus,

the shimmer of secrecy ignited in their eyes,

her head in his lap, his hands in her hair,

her lips twisted in that sickening smile. My neck aches 

from looking behind me, and my

The snow is falling fast now

Thick flakes

Almost like you are alone in the world

Just your heartbeat

In time with wind flowing through the trees

Birds flit from berry bushes 

it's at that point of the week
when it all catches up to you

when tired fills your bones
and you can't fathom the weekend ahead
despite it being exciting

when you just want to sleep
no matter the world around