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Jessica Lanser

We were killing flies, with spatulas, with holes
we were tedious and stained with workday sweat
thinking if we were out cold
if our sticky lips were catching words we meant to say

Or, the air was heavy but we learned to bear
we learned to forget how time is fast and days are slow and we painted each others faces to tell them how we see ourselves

Cause when it gets cold the people won't amble
they won't drain their dishwater
Or we'll stick our tongues to poles to tether our boredom
thinking the ice could freeze out autumn.

Or, we were making our beds, like kids, like things were still simple.