i feel like i could die in the summer sun
i feel co ld
like i could die
i like u
like the sun
i die in summer
like co d
Possum Skin
Do you remember the walks at night
in the freezing cold?
bundled to our ears out
in the rain,
in the sundewed snow. You
really have bad timing,
you,
telling me you love me
again, like you know
how bad it hurts. But I just say
nothing, for another time,
and take the slow walk home,
rubbing
my eyes hard
just so I won’t see you
curled up in my bed
all sad and sweet.
You are wasting
time, wasting me away
when already
you’ve wasted it all.

Love seeing poetry on the Pigeon Press! Thanks Nini!