Once I was a girl

waiting on cupcake endings

cooing at the puppies in the picture frame

now there's too much to go back on

to make it all right

I can't be happy with the detours

concrete and spilled dreams

Grin at me in the night

ripping out the tires

in the operator's back pockets

The echo, his laugh that trips on the narrow stairs

sick in a million circles

The timeline moves without me

whipping that red fabric

you say love's confusing, and it is