Freya

A cross for a sign, to where we bang along, he gives out a sigh, there’s a deal at Walmart, he pulls me along, takes hold of my arm, talks about why, we have to be strong, don't turn to crime his hair's a jump start, he hates being wrong, no one hears my part, head to the front aisle, filch our belongings, run out in plain sight, never easy alarmed, but his life's a clock, tied to the stars, says that he’s wise, but sings a sad song, the stitch in my side, is an open wound