2 december

everyone deserves and everyone else wonders how it's possible to keep balance if we're all just giving it away and i'll say i can't manage to stop the nots that knot what's gotten into tangled mischief i can't break free from and the seasons go round to circle games estranging their neighbors and coupon savers until the next match we catch over each other's shoulders with folders of evidence gathering against us when the chance rusts on the vine and we splinter into the wine squeezed from the secrets and tongue tied lemon rind of smiles we styled after hope and then broke on toohard croutons and scandals we invented of our own anxieties and misbegotten pieties engaged for the occasion from a blaze of glory and an untold story mashed up under the bridge that decks the halls and calls out for more but now all that's left is less