with
moments
of
hush
the
road
goes
on
forever
the
party
never
ends

we
talked
about
how
we
loved
odes
maybe
writing
an
ode
to
the
ode

I
sat
by
the
door
though
it
was
cold
I
could
smell
the
rain
when
it
opened

I
tried
to
ignore
them
through
the
repetition
of
angel
olsen

the
older
men
chatted
they
had
been
friends
forever
I
was
jealous

sometimes
I
kiss
my
wedding
ring
and
pretend
I'm
really
kissing
you

I
really
like
her
I
love
her
I
brought
her
light
and
she
brings
me
wise

I
looked
at
her
and
waited
for
her
to
say
something
but
she
never
did

she
sits
by
the
backdoor
when
riding
the
bus
she
has
an
anxious
way

the
light
came
in
I
didn't
care
what
they
were
saying
with
their
pictures

and
those
bushes
so
common
that
look
soft
but
stab
me
like
the
cactus

in
my
lap
I
nosed
her
curls
I
want
to
keep
you
forever
she
said

I
was
troubled
restless
envious
and
wished
I
was
better
received

may
I
rest
in
peace
praise
be
and
come
back
as
a
pink
lady
apple

maybe
she's
watching
our
soap
like
I
am
wondering
what
I'm
up
to

I
like
how
he
says
he
received
her
I
want
a
dream
to
visit
me

my
king
jester
rogue
knight
your
queen
lady
in
wait
courtesan
of
the
night

eating
an
apple
reading
the
handbook
for
the
recently
deceased

I
wished
I
had
a
god
to
pray
to
he
told
me
to
just
make
one
up

the
poem
was
an
apology
it's
the
only
way
I
could
say
it

I
cooked
bacon
for
dinner
I
wrote
some
poems
and
kissed
my
husband

he
was
a
man
of
faith
without
his
mountain
without
his
sun
with
no
sky

don't
worry
little
poem
even
if
you're
not
in
the
book
you're
still
loved

I
wrote
a
poem
when
I
was
trying
to
write
a
story
a
song

the
little
leaf
devil
we
walked
by
when
she
wanted
to
hold
my
hand

he
wanted
it
bad
I
shut
him
down
I
could
hear
her
missing
her
alps

the
husband
answered
the
wife
but
the
wife
was
talking
to
the
cat

the
deck
hand
said
that's
why
we
was
singing
we
was
singing
for
the
boat

I'm
going
to
meet
my
publisher
I
really
love
saying
those
words

my
tears
are
cold
in
this
weather
that's
all
I
have
to
say
about
that

she's
a
presence
that
likes
the
creative
she
sets
herself
up
for
good

when
the
book
you're
reading
describes
the
season
in
which
you
are
feeling

I
don't
want
him
to
need
me
I
want
him
to
want
me
crave
me
hurt
for
me