In a face-on collision, the head lights are the first to go.
Something clumsy and indefinite throwing its shadow,
which goes tripping over tangled shoelaces and legends, or lies.
Blunt memories slide off a cassette ribbon. A birthday surprise.
Some things should never be said out loud, ever, even if they are true,
and the scripted lines you need to learn aren’t always spoken to you.
and growing pains and hunger pains can often be confused.
Bedside songs from an open mouth, open door, shiny and black,
and matching shoes, and matching shoes.
