I've got brake fade,
so the things holding me in place
aren't going to regenerate
unless I stop using them for a while.
It's not a fault of design,
it's where we are with physics.
I don't particularly want to think of my restraint,
it's not restraint if I seem curt and old.
I shouldn't cycle through coffee and wine,
I want new markers of a rough patch,
so I can say I'm still growing.
I put the tree out today.
That it's necessary to pay
credence to luck,
that I can't leave the blasted thing in here
I love you, tree; it's why you had to go,
you don't need to see what the
beanbag does to my back.