i don't know how to say it...
you are my Palifox you are my Oakdale, my Connecticut you are my bowl of grits, my pepper my corn on the cob, white you are my long ride home you are my dirt road the first sip of coffee you are a new pair of boots the blisters they give my feet tomato sandwiches, white bread the smell in the sheets the shadow I know, blindfolded the bitterness of tea wildflowers leaning you are the walk around the block the photograph someone else took the letter you'll never read you are loud silence you are the dream I had last night the night before the dream I want tonight you are the words I wish I'd written you are anticipation the mistakes I've made the worst decisions I've made the moment I want to quit you are the voice that says quit your weirdness mine you 20 something miles away you sprawled on the couch you asleep right now while I write