i keep you parallel

by blake ellington larson


i nurse rhymes to the beat of boots

i stare diagonal coffee shrugs over
a melancholy we once hemmed at

i make-believe whatever it was
was worth it

i creep out from under wings
sold you to the notion that
youth might not separate
us from then
us from now

either way
discussing the sadness is sad

and not that i should only call when you’re depressed

it’s just
no one listens to morrissey anymore

at least
not without reserve

and not without late nights

that almost always

have an ending