i've got the greatest fear
growings leaves around my limbs,
enticing, pausing. she does not
want to know how much i need to go.
still so weak, like whispering into
locked rooms, oh please do go on
there's everything to lose.

hitchhike to alaska, to
grip myself in the cold
so this week i don't
believe in fate

there's no real irony
it just wasn't right, so
we take a raincheck on our
meeting, it will be years
between pretending not
to know your name.

maybe that week i'll
believe in fate again.