LL (Promises)

a slumber did my spirit seal

when I stepped on a thought

of you—

I’ll quiet the lips

I’ll quiet the pen

when it comes

to your truths. I’ll beanbag

the water that exposes you. make your money—

they wouldn’t do well w/ oxygen anyway.

I turn & flick

& mind my business. bite

my mind. bite

my chance. bite

get me up.