the
mailman
maybe
not
my
particular
mailman
but
the
mailman

the
music
opened
me
up
like
seeing
trees
for
the
first
time
ever

I’m
a
sucker
for
the
vinyl
and
sounds
of
the
grinder
the
laughter

I
don’t
want
to
just
mouth
the
words
I
want
to
drip
them
stir
loins
with
them

tonight
as
you
drift
off
to
sleep
let
me
be
the
fairy
tale
you
hear

I
would
fight
to
keep
him
but
I
wondered
if
he
would
fight
to
keep
me

she
had
wilting
kale
she
was
avoiding
I
too
had
wilting
kale

your
face
and
I
think
I
couldn’t
love
you
more
but
there’s
always
tomorrow

we
sway
against
and
with
the
rhythms
of
the
earth
the
winds
our
wild
world

I
put
on
my
headphones
turned
up
incesticide
and
skipped
all
the
way
home

I
try
to
remember
what
your
face
looked
like
when
you
left
this
morning

I
have
a
grey
hair
I
adore
I
try
to
showcase
it
when
I
can

my
heart
marinated
in
the
early
nineties
soul
poems
slow
cooked

she
drains
the
hopper
like
a
pro
tuning
out
the
pain
in
his
voice

what
you
want
baby
I
got
it
what
you
need
do
you
know
I
got
it

- aretha franklin

I
wanted
to
sleep
in
your
beard
sleep
forever
in
your
bed
of
beard

the
man
fished
the
cardboard
out
of
the
trash
and
thus
built
himself
a
home

the
day
was
made
so
with
the
help
of
the
marigold
and
the
bean
moths

there
I
was
atop
that
plateau
I
so
feared
standing
on
the
low
high

who
was
your
pivotal
band
the
one
that
changed
your
young
life
forever