i have a poem in me

Somebody said so

it was last minute

but they told me i could fly

where we goin’ i had to ask

i ask all the questions

because i can barely type my name

in the sky without your breath

in my eyes watering down the toothpaste

and the bathroom mirror will be

your face talking so loud

the weather changes

you did that you farmer

where are the birds and the bees

where’s my money

what hand did you deal me

where’s the door

i’ve only walked on your face

i haven’t danced in your room

where do you keep the music?

Winter shouldn’t be this hard.

nina