12am, now you want to talk
Pithy and platitudes
Text messages, voice mails
“Where are you?”
Pithy and platitudes
When its dark and your noise finally quiets
Where are you?
You knew I’d be here
When its dark and your noise finally quiets
I’m writhing and ready to go
You knew I’d be here
Over to your place in five minutes flat
I’m writhing and ready to go
And we do, but don’t really get anywhere
Over to your place in five minutes flat
12am, now you want to “talk.”
By Erin E
*It’s a pantoum, OK? The 2 and 4th line of every stanza becomes the 1 and 3rd of the next.
