winter
on a monday
in a hotel room out of state
snow falls out the window
no where to be
we won’t be late
passed out in this bed
you are the one who sees my dreams
you keep my head.
just trace me with your hands.
and let me hold my breath
i’m sorry that i am the way i am.
we smell of airplane seats
and kissing
i’ll try my best to take this
in.

if we could stay
in ireland
then we could be
without them
this place, these places
we could hide
and only go back home
late in the night