matamoras

I've got my finger on the trigger but I don't know who to trust when I look into your eyes........
I rarely do.
I held eye contact with that waiter just so I could watch him stumble my order, but not with you.
You talk slow, slow, slow
and I think my brain moves too far too fast
because I'm a thousand miles awy befor eyou respond
and so
having a conversation is difficult.
Having a breakthrough is impossible because I'm thinking this as we talk and I keep thinking it along with
how particles bounce, how to properly re-apply a relaxer, the lettuce is going bad, every second I'm older, my nails are chipping, when did I start to think like my father, I never watched cartoons with wonder, when can I learn to properly use your new camera, and oh yes right back to this conversation which really is so heady and ull on a night when I've taken my pills already. Tuck it away for me, would you? Back to the place where everything is, where parts of my life are hidden, where you know words in Hebrew and girls who crunch numbers.