Picaflor

I know how to say don’t leave me
I know how to say don’t go
You knew how say it believably
That you needed me
Oh no

I know how to say don’t fuck with me
I know how to say i’ll go
But you knew how to say you’re stuck with me
Good luck with me
Although

You took an ambien an hour ago
Now i say that i’m ready
I bit your neck and said tomorrow we’ll know
If i recall
The source of such a small
Wound

I can’t wait to say i don’t miss you
I’m practiced at i told you so
But this house has survived three wildfires
Two hurricanes
A tornado

I tried to say it’s over
As aretha sang going down slow
But you said
Hey john let’s have a baby
But please don’t blame me
If i roam
I was the last one to get a cell phone
Now i’m texting and crying
I don’t believe in things til they’re shown
Not a big fan
Of love that i can’t
See

A hummingbird uses geometry
Draws blueprints between bluebells
Impatiens mapped so patiently
A sip here
A sip there
Moving on
When things are good

I know how to say i’m sorry
When years have softened the pain
We’ve both had our share of mortality
And vanity in vain

Now we fly in not quite parallel paths
Einstein might say we’ll converge
I was never that good at math
Yet i pray
We’ll find a way
To stay when things are good