philly

I cannot bear to lie;
on the heatwave horizon I see you & I driving
through ghost towns we left behind:
the bridge-boned skylines and Pacific power lines
and how I spoke to you

I cannot disguise how hard I try just to make do
& outside thunderclouds collide
like two familiar bodies would
and how I miss your face

I cannot lie to you;
I miss you when you’re out of earshot
and I keep on falling through
the holes I’ve torn in all my clothes
and how I set this up

I cannot change for you;
I want to split this jug of wine with you
down on the kitchen floor
& kiss until we forgot who we were
but how my memory burns,