medicine hat

so you see that while treading water in
multiple directions it’s a little bit of
a lot to look for shore indoors,
and heidi klum runs fast for her age
(her legs are long). write me a song
and i’ll draw you a map, one that
eliminates the possibility of looking
back. then we can stick our tongues
to lamp posts, laugh about a
horrifying lack of a second act, and
ram into plaster walls that are secretly brick
and very thick, but with luck my head will also
prove to be so. if we see out of the corners
of our eyes that the clocks are sliding into
puddles of water, it may seem
we have not accomplished all that much,
except rolled eyes and a craving
for cinnamon rolls. don’t let the claws respond.
i promise it’s not even worth arguing about.
let’s all just go cry to emily deschanel.