Bethany

While you smile easy, know just what to say, I’m lost on the street, a high heeled slumber, stones, wreaths, holidays, it makes you consider, when a spirit’s released, without hope or shape, one day it will please, do I have your number, while you dance and shake, a life rolled in thunder, my insides screech, striped flagpole sway, you’re drunk in the breeze, a slurred whatever, that you’re a disgrace, to me you’re a wonder, I gather up your face.