From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins

Lying there with a halo in her hair she cried, there
are feathers everywhere but it's fine.
You do this all the time.

Crying now,
through a rusted smile
she knows
this isn't how he paid the bills before.
Drug farm entrepreneur.

Go spin circles for me, wound relentlessly around the
words we used to sling.
OH such torturous things always chewing up the only
ones.
I ever mean.

If you're going then go.
Watch love get strangled by a kite's cold strings.
Fall comes early and summer leaves as a storm with
the
car keys.

Spark your heels up
against the picket fence I built.
All your wishes they will sink like stones
slowly down a lonely well.