#two shits

Two Shits, One Fuck by Dotflist.

As in “I don’t give...“

Backyard, Late Summer.

I caught falling stars 

on the tip of my tongue

as I mouthed wishes

that I could never grant myself

promises I wouldn't be keeping

Dark blue. Past navy.

Moving into that place on the far side of midnight,

just before the dawn breaks.

Stretching further, making my vision past-tense

as the dim light in the center grows harder and harder to see

how you took my breath away.

I’ve got it back, now-

But that won’t keep me from waxing poetic about you.

About your skin. I’d write “brushing it is like touching a live wire”

even though it’s really more like carpet-static

but poetry in person is flat

and we didn’t pass cut-out sonnets in English class

for laughs.

I’d like to think that paper is still worth something,

even if I was too afraid to spend it.

I know that I’m a sinner.

I never needed God’s permission not to believe in Him,

and I didn’t need his permission to turn

positive impulse into ugliness.

I didn’t need Him to make me hate myself for

what I couldn’t do to you.

You didn’t need Him to enable the worst parts of me.

We didn’t need Him to stop calling each other.

I didn’t need Him to tell me you were right,

and I don’t need you to know what color