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.