Where is your profile
Your profile with arms of missing photos, teepees, missing names
And holding protection And safe-deposit boxes of falling moments, taken times,
skin against mine when a drink can’t hide
It takes only one time to hold you
A strobe flash captures my face
Feelings are caughtI taste the night in white lined paper
Glow-stick stigmasBlack and white
We draw on faces No more paint
They have to go some time, there’s class
The men in American wifebeaters,
Sopping up whiskey with the kitchen sponge and thinking of you