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.