there’s a swamp in my mouth & my face is words that feel like someone else’s face. my tongue like it’s numb with skoal. but you rollercoaster. you freefall. you a river stroking wheat field that’s banking your hips. & if everytime I say your name don’t sound like it’s your name I’m saying, you gotta understand. you gotta understand I can be the summer vacation of your bed- room. hell, I could cut myself with your photograph & bleed like a boat. but why stop there when every word I say to you spills like pondwater all down your t-shirt? & that’s something, right? that’s better than me saying again how you a river & I’m a fish & the night, shit, the night could go either way.