angora

angora
wrists itch
things of early year
dissolve in the wind

it's what you wanted
feathers in your hair
it's what you wanted
and it won't come

mellodrama
days end
things that remind you
pick up and turn over cars

it's what we wanted
to tell our story
it's what we wanted
and it won't come

linted, neck thick
things of static
show up in the light

it's what you wanted
to show the world
it's what you wanted
and it won't come