Apr 05, 2009 23:54
If I asked for an instant
Just to wake this sleeping bed,
Untwist the covers from your throat,
Yank living nightmares from your head
You’d sigh, stopwatch tapping.
Staring, waiting, notebook eyes,
Scribbling teeth, pencil heart beating.
“I take it back” means almost as little
as
“I’m sorry.”
But you’re a cassette tape, on a loop
My compulsion.
Push Play
Push Play
Push Play
Rewind.
A lie in reverse rings like the truth.
Reversed death feels like youth.
But you in reverse still screams regret.
Eject
too loud,
Push Play Push Play
Push Play Push Play
I’m not finished with you yet.