12

two weekends spent
in each others beds
placed in a pattern
set inside a window

each weekend
is taken over
by sleeping
and somewhere

in the middle
we are waking up
in order to piece together
late minutes of hours

i'm glad
you're here
-Hannah

Steep angles of wood take up so much time
One place to the next, only home to sleep
Paint a fake smile on your face
It will make the money

Behind the scenes we see how false it is
Its their lives, they can keep it, I have no need
Start a job then quit the next day
Can't see me doing it

One man's trash is another man's night out
Trade it for two seats in front of a screen
Ten foot tall black and white flashes
The piano plays

Other people taking your time away
One night to breathe relieves drain from these days
-KM