Room for the life

Bronze cowboy struggles out of walls
I cannot help men
I cannot help them
what's the difference between a municipal building
and a trojan horse?

Being with you feels like a transgression
Summer girl of 17
grounded for life

I never thought I would miss funeral homes
Do you ever wake with sick
awareness of organs

Maybe my attraction to you came from a place
of nihilism, deserving of a bad love as self flagellation
But truth be told I am not bad
Albeit, unconcerned

I've been a good enough girl
Good girl long time in this tacit agreement
Summer girl of 17

You seem unaffected by the city
I want to be a little bit like you one day
but right now I like myself enough
for you, too

I'm undone over broth
real sincerity
laughter materialized
by touch