Like driving at night with a dirty windshield.
Like watching a movie at a day care.
Like flying kites in rain storms.
Like typing with boxing gloves on.
Like sleeping in a bed of beetles.
An angry epidermis turns to the joys of the world down too low.
What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.
Sometimes I look at you on a map.
I’ll put my thumb on you and my finger on me.
I’ll slowly pinch the 2 until we become 1
and you don’t seem so far away for a moment.
It’s not that I like Jazz
But I need it, in the way
I need my teeth cleaned
or to wash the dishes
I need it like skimming the pool
and doing my taxes
Jazz is necessary.
Even if it never relaxes.
Yes, it’s mostly a 1 sided relationship
and she feels.
But when the emotions become too much
and she breaks
She’ll need him.
That’s what he lives for.