12.2.10

Friday Night Blues by Cody Davis


I’ve led children to think that they were home
With a the flash of an ice cream cone
And the song that their mother had sung
When they were told that they weren’t better than . . .

I’ve been kind to those I just don’t know,
Given answers to questions I know,
I know.

I’m a bastard for tying your arms above your head
And touching your feet in bed
and for walking away instead,
instead . . .

I’ve grown tired,
Like when you told me you were tired,
The “Elliot Smith stabbed himself twice in the heart,” tired,
“TWICE” tired.

I’ve never been one to take a nap midday.
I woke up to someone saying they wanted to be you.
I wanted them to be you too.
TWICE tired.

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