No color in the frame,
No air in my lungs.
There's coffee on his brain
And icicles on my tongue.
There's sneakers in my bag.
There's wisdom in his heart.
Box out and defend
And stretch before you start.
I'm certain that my flaws
Are bigger than your heart.
I worry that I ruin things
Before they ever start.
My memory is shot.
My family is dead.
A child razed a village
And he'll never make amends.
Confirmation prayers for erudition.
He'll never build a kitchen.
He likes to ski online.
I can tell a lie if it's for business.
A condo barely lived in,
A hit piece in The Times.
Don't let me change your mind.