if you could read my mind,

I’d tell you

a thing or two about

pink turtlenecks and regrets.

listen up,

you little shits

wearing black-and-blue.

life’s too short

for a bruised beat.

besides, that’s what you get

from loving.

listen up, will you?

I’m so tired from

writing it all down.

listen up,

don’t make me come over there.

this microphone is on fire.

I cannot

see beyond the first row in this

smoke-filled saloon.

listen up,

I can’t hear you.