Lets get outta here.

We were pouring hours out on the porch we stained

with our shadows hung like bodies like the drapes, 

until a certain darkness caused everyone to stop

swaying like the branches and cutting off the tops.

There's something to replacing things with lots of words

that always feels the best when you can't remember what you heard

exactly how it happened didn't matter cause you didn't feel a thing,

the worst thing you could have done was always happening.

There were articles of clothing

and you slept in the newspaper

I could read it all over your face.

There was a blind man

a kitchen 

a still-leaking sink,

a tilt to the floorboards and me and my dreams.