tried to replace you while walking to the living room
ended up in bed with the smoggiest head
felt the implication with a leaden hand
& thought to take an extra day
to find myself insisting
the same old notion
over & over
again.

there's not enough time to tell
if you are the kind to say
the inappropriate thing
at the perfect moment

& to tell the truth, it all escapes me.
the need to gamble all the suppositions
on terrible needs pressed between nights,
& i have forsaken all the perfection
to end up as the simplest
question mark

you & i in broken rooms,
with excessive minutes
filling up a clock. that dark
voice filled with ambrosia,
lyrics on mute that fall
into the spaces between.
don't have the forwardness
or the strength, the ability
to break you down
into words.