You hollow my silences like a drum.
We were heading South long before
Our journey began. Filters clogged
All my ins are out, all my pieces
Strewn in the gusts of your ambivalence.
You have to choose me
Before the springs in my womb
Loose all their kinks
And I am too old and too bitter
To let you hear my fiercest cries.
If you want to keep
This train from spilling
Headlong into a ditch
You’ve got to conduct yourself right.
Before enough becomes
Too much to sustain
You have to say yes.
Simple and literal from me today, not my strong suit!