by a young turk I know

[twistedapple]

the cure for the heart,
is to cut your own hair.

chestnut swirls on the back steps.
i don't sweep them.
i am sorry.
i can not sweep them.

some line about sea bird wings.
some line about love made on coney island.
some line about salt in the bones.
some line about-

this is the story of
the check that did not come.
the lover who would not wait.
the train that arrived
exactly
on time.