Chris Gureski

I don't have a way out alone
I'm ingrown
Chip my tooth, it’s no use 
I am ripped out by the roots 

And when I claim the rest my days 
I’ll turn in who I couldn’t persuade
Thinking it’s this or fate
But maybe they’ll find a way 
Somehow 

I’m at home in my old clothes 
Melting quick inside the stove
The smoke alarms are ticked in bed 
All snuggled up, asleep with no regrets

And when I know, I’ll know why
There’s a piece of you spliced inside
My ribs and anchored to my spine
Bring me up as your weight comes down
Let me be your skyline clouds 

I feel safe in your shade 
Soaking in the rays 
I guess there’s nothing to say 
Except maybe, 
Wait.